cw: broke pb (no shade), pb having to kiss men this chapter (sorry i kept it as brief as i could), just paige feeling uncomfortable in general, no azzi this chapter but pazzi meet in the next, pb having to present as fem, other typical shit you'd expect from a lesbian on a straight dating show
wc: 3.4k
summary: desperate to pay off her debt, paige applies to love island, attempting to scam her way to the prize money, but unexpectedly falls for her castmate azzi fudd.
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Paige’s life became hell the night of Rickea’s birthday; and like all horror stories begin, she had gotten absolutely plastered and blacked out. Waking up, the next day, with a pounding headache and the need to immediately throw up, though she still couldn’t bring herself to, even when she pulled trig.
She’d gone about her morning as productively as she could—by finishing up the lesson plans she’d been procrastinating—while nursing a raging hangover, before she’d gotten a text from her bank, alerting her that she’d withdrawn 20 grand from her savings account. And as if it was a trigger, the once lost memories of the previous night had came to her.
In flashes, she saw herself get in a heated debate over March Madness with a random—who was dogging on the UConn’s women’s basketball team—at the club. She was arguing that they’d win it all, and she vaguely recounted the man taunting her to bet on it if she was so sure, and after that still nothing.
To say she broke down after was an understatement, she had argued with at least 10 different workers who had let her know that they didn’t offer refunds. And when disputing the charge through her bank hadn’t worked, she immediately began planning on how to get the money back. She’d lost a third of her yearly salary from bar tending and teaching; she didn’t even work at a public school—the small private one that employed her, essentially paid her pennies. All she could do was pray that her team won and picked up odd jobs on the side to make up for the potential loss.
And following the supposed trend, her bad luck prevailed, leaving her practically sobbing to her friends one night on her shift. “I swear to fucking God,I’m never even gonna think of taking a sip of alcohol again.”
“I highly doubt that,” Rickea muttered under her breath.
“Hey, not too much on her,” Dijonai rebuffed reaching over the bar too comfort Paige.
“No I’m a dumb ass, I deserve it,” she moped, her sullen voice barely audible over the loud ambiance and music in the bar.
“Okay hold on now, I ain’t say allat!” Rickea stood up, “Bitch I just got a great idea, you gotta go one some reality TV show typa thing. One with prize money, and win!”
“Kea please be serious, this is serious.” Paige exasperated while wiping glasses dry. “Plus, I’m not gonna make it on some bullshit like Survivor or whatever. They wouldn’t even cast me in the first place.”
“I’m not talking about Survivor, cause you wouldn’t survive shit. But you could hold your own on something like Big Brother, and it’s 750k for the winner.”
“750k?” Dijonai and Paige gasped, mouths agape.
“Wait that’s insane,” Paige muttered, already making calculations in her head as Dijonai whipped out her phone to do more research.
“Yup, and it starts during the summer too so you could still apply for this year!”
“But Kea she’d be completely cut off from the rest of the world for 3 months. And P is not good at lying or manipulation, her face gets all red and shit.”
Paige sagged at her worlds, “Yeah, super hello no. Look guys, I appreciate all your ideas, but don’t let my bullshit ruin your night. For real, I’ll figure it out.” Before her friends could give a rebuttal, she went to tend to other costumers who had approached the bar.
Later when she made her way back to them, they ordered more shots. “Okay, so I’mma genius,” Dijonai slurred a bit, clapping her hands to the beat of the bass. “You should go on Love Island! It’s only six weeks, and if you win, you get 100k. Even if you don’t, you leave famous as fuck, like actually bro.”
Rickea cackled, “Yeah? And how long would her gay ass last on that shit. Paige not fooling nobody, she don’t even wear lip gloss boo.”
“The fuck?” Paige interjected, slapping her towel on the counter, “I used to give these straight white girls a run for their money back in high school. I can tap back into fem PB, yup,” She nodded along to her own words.
“So, you’re willing to be isolated without your phone, on an island where you have to make out with and date men for half a summer?”
“Kea, for a 100k, I’d do way worse than that.”
Within the next week after that shift, she’d sent in her application, her two friends had given her a “baddie makeover”, doing her make up, styling her with their own clothes, and taking her casting photos for her. The whole day had been fun, filled with laughter and them goofing off; she’d thanked her friends profusely after—since in the back of her mind, this was all for naught.
A month later, she’d come home early in the morning after a long shift at the bar—her hours had increased since the school year was over—and she was utterly exhausted.
She was blearily fixing herself a frozen meal, too lazy to fix up a quick sandwich. While she was waiting for her microwave to beep, she was sleepily sifting through her emails when she saw something that immediately gave her a second wind.
“Congratulations, Ms. Paige Bueckers! We’re ecstatic to invite you to join Love Island USA’s cast of season 8.”
Paige stared at the email for a full minute, rapidly blinking as though that would change the text on her screen.
“…Oh, fuck me.”
The cheers of encouragement from the other Casa girls, and the yell from the producer telling her to go, was the last thing Paige heard as her mind went blank, and she made her way over to the fire pit where the rest of the boys were enthusiastically waiting. She strutted over to the low quiet beat being played over the villa speaker, which the producers had explained was only there for timing. Her heart was racing and she felt a crushing sense of anxiety, so heavy it could knock her down.
But she went through the motions, which was simple enough since she’d religiously practiced this routine for the past 12 hours, since she’d been briefed on the challenge in the hotel room they held her in.
Adrenaline pumping, she twirled, “I heard that some of y’all were sick of your time in the villa and needed me to check up on y’all!”
She internally sighed with relief from the roar of response she got from the men. The corny pick up line was something she had to come up with about 20 minutes ago, when they presented her with a nurse costume.
Paige was in the most raunchiest costume she’d ever worn, they even managed to give her cleavage with the little amount of breasts she had. She’d never even worn a thong before, let alone a mini skirt that had her whole front and back out for the world to see. She took out a thermometer from the pocket of her skirt, cringing as she seductively sucked on it, as she teasingly dropped to the floor how Rickea taught her, trying not to lose her balance in the platforms they put her in. And when she got up, she went in and kissed the first boy on the edge of the couch.
She doesn’t now how she made it through her turn without completely embarrassing herself on national television. She grinded on them, shook her ass to the best of her ability, threw out her most cliché sexy nurse lines, sucked and licked them and sucked and licked them some more.
When she was finally done with all of them she called out with the brightest smile, “My name’s Paige, make sure to stop by later and leave a 5 star review!” The boys thundered, the most enthusiastic ones being Caleb and Sincere.
She made her way over to where the other girls who had already gone, lightly tapping her forehead to try and dry up the sheen of sweat she worked up. She was also internally panicking, she had just done that in front of the whole nation essentially; her parents were going to see this, hell, even her bosses might.
“Girl you fucking ate that!” Sydney exclaimed with, Amora vehemently agreeing with her.
Trying her best to match their high energy, she beamed. “For real? I’m not even gonna lie, I blacked the fuck out, I’ve never done no shit like this before.”
The girl’s reassured her that her set was fire, and she made sure to praise them back as well, resisting her urge to man spread, she awkwardly crossed her legs like the rest of them. She was all too aware of the cameras around them, the itchy feeling of the fuzzy mic on her sweaty neck, and still in shock that no one’s found out that she’s the gayest girl in the fucking world.
She severely underestimated how hard it would be to straight bait—since she used to give the other straight white girls a run for their money her first two years of high school. And of course, she knew about the raunchy challenges but the producers really threw her out into the ocean without a life jacket, with this being their entrance into Casa Amor.
And in the moment she felt unbelievably grateful to Dijonai and Rickea for teaching her how to twerk and dance; like the geniuses they were, the upcoming weeks before she entered the villa, they gave her a whole damn fem-class.
When the challenge was finally over, Paige felt dread, her attempts to join in with the girls conversing was half hearted. The producers had now advised them all to start mingling. And in the corner of her eye she could see Sincere, unsurprisingly, making a bee-line for her—when it had been the boys turn to dance on them, he had been the one to show the most interest, taking her to the front of the fire pit and gave her a special dance with an excessive amount of kisses and ass grabbing.
“Hey Paige, could I pull you for a chat?” He held out his hand she grabbed it, helping her up off the couch.
She counted to three before forcing out a charming smile. “Of course player,” She winked, “I was hoping you would.”
“Oh really?” She would say she could hear the smile in his voice, if she wasn’t looking at it herself, noticing the some what appealing wrinkles next to his eyes. At least he’s not the ugliest guy in here, she thought.
“Mhm.” She hummed, and then finessed her way through the most uneasy conversation of her life. Sincere made sure that they sat close to each other, him already getting incredibly comfortable and rubbing her thigh. Goosebumps formed on her skin from every nerve in her leg screaming at her to move it.
“You cold in Fiji?” He asked giggling out.
She matched his playful temperament, “Hey! You’re not the one in skimpiest outfit ever.”
“It’s not gonna do much but here,” He pulled off his vest, laying it across her.
“You’re so sweet,” she murmured, holding his gaze, until he leaned in for a kiss. She almost flinched away, but dialed in and kissed him back passionately, trying to ignore the uncomfortable feeling of his facial hair. She ran her fingers through his long hair, trying to stimulate the feeling of kissing a girl. It didn’t work.
When their kiss broke he groaned, “I’m so fucked.”
“I’ll make sure of it,” she said cheekily, jutting her chin out. The man happily sighed out, rubbing circles on her arm.
“So…Would you want to share a bed with me tonight?”
“I’d love to.”
Sincere kept her mainly occupied for the rest of the evening, unknowingly stopping her from exploring Caleb, who she’d originally had her eye on. During the previous weeks she was kept in her hotel before coming, the producers had instructed her to watch the former episodes to catch up, and especially to study the male islanders that they’d go for in Casa.
Caleb had seemed simple enough to deal with, she was certain his type was blondes, and that he was definitely more of a gentleman than the man she was currently lying with. Surprisingly, she was lucky tonight, and Sincere was quick to fall asleep. She had popped a melatonin gummy, and had her sleeping mask on, but she wished they allowed them headphones, it was very strange to have to listen to the soft moans and wet kisses coming the other beds.
As she tried to drift off, she weighed her options, Caleb already seemed to be set on Jaiden after Corbin had taken Parmida from him. She didn’t know if she could compete with her, and she didn’t want to put Sincere off of her, since she seemed to be the only person he was strongly interested in here. But he had Azzi waiting for him back home, and with how loyal the girl has been to him so far, she didn’t see her re-coupling with a casa boy. Paige hoped she would though, not only for selfish reasons, but because she was too sweet for him.
But would Sincere bring her back? He’s easy enough and gets distracted with any pretty girl in his face, but she needs to apply pressure.
Caleb had expressed interest in her in the heart rate challenge, she being one of the the girls he lingered on but had made no move to talk to her after. She came to the conclusion that maybe he was discouraged by her spending so long with Sincere, so she decided that next day she’d maybe try and discreetly pull him, so Sincere wouldn’t feel a certain way. And as if he knew she was thinking of him, the man shuffled around before sleepily wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her closer. So Paige began counting sheep to make her gummy kick in quicker.
The next couple days were a draining whirlwind, she had been living of less than 5 hours of sleep each night, and Sincere’s god awful breakfast. One of the girls had opted to leave, Ally was her name, maybe. And she was damn near over all of this by the temperature challenge, which had her licking and being licked by Sincere; she doesn’t think she’s ever been so unaroused before. She had also pursued Caleb, before being completely put off by his cringe teenage boy humor. At least with Sincere, it was like talking to her homeboy—since they shared many interests, particularly their love for sports and Criminal Minds—except, she had to be more intimate with him.
Not to mention she had also become Bryce’s part time therapist. After the second time she saw him by the balcony, staring longingly out to the main villa, she had to ask the man if he was alright. It was touching when he went on a whole speech basically professing his love (he avoided using that word) for Trinity; though she felt much concern when he kept mentioning death. So, she went out of her way to give him many reassurances, confirming that his villa partner felt just as deeply as him, based on what she’d seen in the previous episodes.
Now, it was at last the final day of Casa, Paige had felt so much relief when one of the boys had announced the text they’d gotten of a re-coupling happening tonight. At this point, she wanted to be over with Casa, even if she went home, she’d be able to take it on the chin. The heat in Fiji was something else, her pale self already rocking a bit of a tan. And then the nights were chilly, which is hard to deal with in skimpy outfits and dresses, and production keeping them outside till late, to film different challenges or chats.
And now she was in the gossipy makeup room, carefully applying her makeup as Dijonai had coached her back at home. These past couple of days she had been sporting a more simple daily look, concealing the areas that needed it, applying mascara, and a simple lip combo.
But tonight, she needed to go all out, she was already in a deep blue (Sincere’s favorite color) slit dress, with boob tape to enunciate her cleavage. With her hair rollers already in, she was doing a full beat, mentally repeating the steps her friend had given her, and it was coming along decently. Her focus didn’t even allow her to join in with the other girl’s chatter, she probably wouldn’t have much input anyway. As she precisely lined her eyes, she thought about how she hadn’t gotten along with most of her casa girls that well. The only ones she meshed with were Amora and Sydney, and still, she didn’t enjoy being around them for too long.
She was finishing up her hair, when one of the producers came in to give them a five minute warning. She quickly did some finishing touches, impressed by the final outcome. Her and the girls came in together for one last hurrah, and then made their way out to the fire pit.
The producers arranged them in front of the fire, each girl across from the boy they’d been pursuing. Paige stood with her legs crossed, staring into the bright flames; Sincere has been avoiding making eye contact with her and she knew what that meant.
Best case scenario, she could someone how use the clout from this to become C-list influencer on the side, and do any and every brand deal that comes her way. Sincere and Azzi got a huge amount of screen time, and since she was now an “obstacle” in their love story, she’s sure she’s been one of the main focuses in these Casa episodes as well.
She was of course, irritated by the other man’s offhandedness, she had practically debased herself on national television—going out of her way to take on this persona of a blonde vixen. She even went as far as to praise him for not being intimidated that she was slightly taller than him, along with other clichés she researched that straight men love to hear.
Her nerves over took her more and more as they progressed down the line, because of course she was at the end. Corbin brought back Parminda, Caleb coupled up with Jaiden; Byrce and Zach decided to stay loyal to their couples, it was just her and Sincere left. He stood up from the crescent sofa, and turned to her, finally meeting her eyes for the first time all night. Once given the go by the producers, he finally gave out his verdict, along with a monologue, of course.
“I really wanted to emerge myself into this Casa experience,” the educator side of Paige couldn’t help but judge his misuse of the word emerge.
“And I’m really grateful for you Paige, for allowing that to come true for me. My time with you Paige was so effortless, and you’re so chill and funny, oh and beautiul. I loved being with someone who could take a joke, and I mean, we’re both really into Sports, though you being a Vikings fan is criminal,” Paige let out an appropriately timed giggle despite not being amused.
“And, I really do think if we had enough time, you’d…you would’ve been the one for me,” Sincere let out with a sigh. “Which is why, I’ve decided to re-couple with Paige and bring her back.”
The roller coaster of emotions she went through these past 10 minutes can’t have been good for her heart, she tried her best to control the tremor in her hands as she made her way over to him with a radiant smile. The rest of the boys and girls clapped and cheered, as they embraced and shared a lingering kiss.
The producers allowed them to say their final farewells to the girls who had not been chosen. Quickly after, they were all rushed to the dock—with their luggage they had packed before the re-coupling—to board the boat, having to quickly make their journey to the other island.
They were finally situated on the boat, Paige wearing his jacket as he held her. “How do you think it’s gonna go in there? You think Azzi ain’t find someone in there?”
Sincere was quiet for a second before lightly kissing her shoulder, “I hope she brought back that guy she was all cuddled up with in that photo, or else it finna get real fucking messy.”
summary: a landing spot for my random one shots and mini series.
cw: sexual content in every single one
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one shots:
All-Star Behavior // the one where Paige gets wrecked by Azzi's ASW fit (you know the one) and they get freaked out
Never Have I Ever // the one where Paige and Azzi become each other's first
Saying Grace // the one where Paige is so unserious (but also serious) and prays before eating her favorite meal
Strapped In // the one with a strap (if it wasn't obvious), a car, and menace Azzi
Birthday Girl // the one where Azzi gets the best birthday gift
The Bet // the one with a bet gone wrong or right, depending on how you look at it
Wrapped In Nothing // the one with a fight about a dog before Paige's birthday, but Azzi makes up for it
mini series:
Travel Day: part 1 - part 2 - part 3 // don't you love it when former teammates travel together
Surprise: part 1 - part 2 // minimal plot, maximum smut (whoops)
synopsis: four times paige is ovulating and azzi helps her. + one time azzi is ovulating and paige helps her out as well.
includes: extremely! horny paige and azzi. desperate p, sexting (kinda), overstimulation, strap. crying but like in a sexy way, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, paige being sassy, mention of sex toy (vibrator), spit play, mommy! kink & daddy! kink, both sub p and dom p along with sub a and dom azzi. (I might've missed a few sorry!)
wc: 10k
notes: both of the banner’s are by @cursed-carmine. also I actually proofread and edited this story by myself like….can we believe that? Very proud of myself anyways I hope you enjoy! :)))
1.
paige💜: ma where are you at? [1:24 pm]
paige💜: I woke up from my nap and you were gone [1:24 pm]
azzi🩷: I’m getting us food [1:26 pm]
azzi🩷: I should be home in about five min unless the traffic is bad then probably later [1:27 pm]
paige💜: can you like try to hurry up [1:28 pm]
paige💜: I need you so bad and I’m suffering over here [1:29 pm]
azzi🩷: you need me? [1:30 pm]
azzi🩷: for what? [1:31 pm]
Paige sighed loudly at Azzi’s text. God, sometimes azzi can be really clueless in times like these. If it weren’t a time like this Paige would’ve laughed and teased her but right now it’s serious.
paige💜: no az I need you. I'm so worked up just thinking about you, please hurry up. [read at 1:34pm]
The blonde groaned, fine then I’ll just do it myself, Paige thought, rolling her eyes. I don’t need her, she told herself moving the covers off of her body and took off her gray Nike sweat pants along with her boxers. She then leaned over the side of her bed to open up the bottom drawer of her nightstand grabbing the hot pink toy that she had stashed away.
Paige turned on the toy at a high setting, causing her mouth to fall open at the sudden sensation on her clit. She bucked her hips up towards the toy, fully grinding on it while breathless moans fell out of her mouth and echoed throughout her and Azzi’s room.
Her mind drifted to the thought of Azzi riding her strap. She loved that sight and it made her go feral every time. Paige licked her lips suddenly wishing that her mouth was occupied by doing something else other than moving when she let out her moans and cries.
Sweat began to coat her body when a familiar coil began to form in her lower stomach in a matter of seconds. The blonde let out a groan in annoyance from the fact that she was so close to the edge but no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t cum. Paige let out another sign, grabbing her phone that was beside her to call Azzi.
The brunette answered on the second ring, “Az how far away are you?” Paige rasped into the mic right when Azzi had picked up the phone not caring about how desperate she sounded at the moment.
“I’m almost home babe I swear I got stuck in some traffic,” Azzi explained before she went quiet. A small hum that came from the background of Paige’s end of the phone caught her attention. “Is that—?” Before Azzi could continue on with her question Paige interrupted her.
“Hey don't judge me you’re taking forever,” Paige grumbled into the phone, making Azzi laugh. “Please just hurry this shit isn't working,” she added whining into the phone. The brunette could basically hear the pout that was on Paige’s face from how the blonde talked.
“You're so needy for me babe. Do you need me that badly? The brunette teased into the phone thinking that this shit was the funniest thing ever causing her to laugh.
A pout formed on Paige’s face as her eyebrows frowned, “well if you wanna act like that no I don't need you,” Paige said lying through her teeth. “I can get off by myself,” she mumbled, hanging up the phone before Azzi could even get a word out. That little bitch, Paige thought not really meaning her words.
Paige grabbed the toy and made her way to her and Azzi’s shared bathroom. She didn't bother to put on clothes since she was gonna take them off in a second anyways. The blonde locked the door behind, testing out the knob to make sure it had actually locked before she sat with her back against the door.
Just when Paige was about to turn the toy back on she was rudely interrupted by a loud bang that came from the other side of the door. “Occupied,” she shouted. Damn now Azzi wants to make fun of her and not let her get off in peace? The blonde thought.
“Paige open the door right now.”
The blonde rolled her eyes. “No, I don't want to open the door. I'm busy, give me about five minutes,” she sassed, opening up her legs so that she had more room to work with. Paige turned the toy back on, placed it on her clit and moved the wand in circular motions. She was able to block out the banging that was still coming from the other side of the door.
“Me and you both know I could get you off better than that toy.” Silence fell after Azzi’s sentence.
Paige smirked when an idea formed in her head, she opened her mouth releasing the breathless sounds that were stuck in the back of her throat. Her eyes rolled back a little while her finger clicked to turn up the speed on the toy.
The brunette rested her forehead against the door, knocking on it repeatedly while she spoke. “Paige please I promise I'll give you anything you want,” she promised. The buzzing from the inside of the bathroom stopped randomly, making Azzi’s eyes widen a little from how she was met with a half naked paige when the blonde opened the door.
“I’m only doing this because the toy died and I’m extremely horny,” Paige grumbled, earning a small laugh from the brunette. The blonde narrowed her eyes at Azzi, silently watching the girl laugh at her like she was some joke.
“You know what, never mind I’m gonna go—“ Paige was cut off by Azzi along with the brunettes hand grabbing into her hand, stopping her from going back into the bathroom and closing the door.
“Babe you're being ridiculous. I’m just kidding, come on so I can help you," Azzi said tugging Paige over to their bed. The blonde didn’t fight the brunette anymore, allowing herself to be pushed on the bed and azzi crawling on top of her with her legs hooked on Paige’s sides.
Paige grabbed into the side of Azzi’s face pulling it down towards her to capture her lips into a deep and heat kiss that left her breathless when she pulled away. “Fuck need you so badly,” paige groaned before she chased after Azzi’s lips already missing how the brunette’s lips felt on hers.
Azzi laughed into the kiss, pulling away again so she could shove her face into Paige's neck, attacking the girl's sweet spot that was just below her ear. Paige tilted her head to the side, giving azzi more access to her neck while her hands moved down to grip the brunette's hips.
Right when Paige was about to move Azzi’s hips forward so that the girl could grind on her abs, Paige's phone rang and echoed throughout their room, making Paige groan. “Ignore it,” Paige mumbled to Azzi who nodded her head.
The brunette latched onto another piece of Paige’s neck, sucking on the skin hard leaving a dark red and purplish mark. A loud blaring around that came from Paige’s phone for a second time made azzi jump at the sudden noise. “I think it’s important p you should go answer it,” her sentence made Paige curse under her breath.
Paige gently moved azzi off of her so she could get out of bed. She walked over to where her phone had been, which was on the ground of the bathroom door. She rolled her eyes when she saw KK’s contact on her screen.
“Bro what do you want?” She groaned into the phone. A pout formed on her face when KK started talking, “yeah i guess we will go you cockbocker,” she added before she hung up.
“What happened?” Azzi asked right after Paige hung up.
“We gotta go to top golf,” Paige whined with a sulk. The sad look on the blonde's face made the brunette laugh.
“I’ll get you right after I promise.”
The entire hour that Azzi and Paige had been at top golf was crazy. The blonde was basically attached to Azzi and at one point Paige even helped the other girl by holding Azzi’s waist from behind when it was her turn to hit the golf ball. (Azzi didn’t even need help, she just used it as an excuse so she could keep touching her.)
“Can we leave?” Paige mumbled into Azzi’s ear when they went to sit back down onto the bar stools. Her hands settled on the brunette’s hips that were on display from her baggy low rise jeans she was wearing.
Azzi rolled her eyes, “no that’s rude Paige. Just another hour, do you think you can wait?” She asked, tilting her head in Paige’s direction while she talked.
Paige’s shoulders fell at Azzi’s words looking at the girl like a sad puppy. “It’ll be worth it I swear,” the brunette whispered with a grin. She placed a kiss onto the blonde's cheek hoping that it would make Paige feel a little better.
For the next hour Paige was counting down the minutes and when it was finally time for her and Azzi to leave she basically jumped out of her seat and gathered their things together. When the two girls made it to the car Paige had practically jumped on Azzi bringing the girl into a long and passionate kiss.
The brunette moaned into the kiss, opening her mouth slightly so Paige could slide her tongue in. The blonde’s tongue explored every part of Azzi’s mouth while her hand caressed the side of Azzi’s face with her fingertips.
Azzi reached out, playing the hairs on the back of Paige’s neck as she tangled her tongue with Paige’s. When they pulled away the brunette rested her forehead against Paige’s. “Yeah we need to get home,” she said, earning a nod from Paige.
Paige sped home and quickly parked her car and got out of it whenever they got home. She ran over to Azzi’s passenger door, opened it and lifted the girl out of the car and carried her inside like she weighed nothing. The brunette let out a small laugh, “what’s up with you today you have been so horny all day and basically all up on me.” Azzi questioned.
The blonde gently laid Azzi on their bed making sure to not hurt the girl when she made contact with their bedding. Paige froze a little at the brunette’s questioning, “um i’m ovulating,” she said quietly almost as if she was somehow embarrassed from it.
Azzi hummed, “that makes sense.”
Paige cocked her head to the side, “so are you gonna help me or because if not I’ll just lock myself in the bathroom again. I’m done waiting,” she said. Seriousness filled her voice while she spoke. The blonde even held eye contact with Azzi to show how serious this was.
“Yeah of course I’m gonna help you dummy go get the strap,” Azzi responded with an eyeroll. She sat up a little on her elbows watching Paige dig through their chest of draws to find the toy.
When the blonde walked back to the bed her eyes were sparkling with eagerness and mischief. “Strip mama and quickly,” Paige instructed, throwing the toy on the bed so she could strip from her clothes as well. “Ive been thinking about you on my strap all day,” Paige added making Azzi whine from her words.
“Fuck I love when you talk like that,” azzi said, throwing her clothes somewhere on the floor before she crawled on the bed and sat with her legs underneath her watching as paige out the strap on.
Paige tightened the straps on her hips making sure they were snug and then moved on the bed so that her back was resting up against the head board. “Come on ma,” Paige said, tapping her hand on her thigh while she bit her lip.
Azzi gladly made herself home on the blonde's lap, resting one of her hands on Paige’s shoulders while Paige held her hips. Azzi’s free hand went in between her legs, grabbing at the silicon to run it through her drenched folds covered in her slick.
The blonde watched, and she clenched around nothing from the sight of Azzi’s slick covering her strap. The brunette let out a moan from the stretch when she pushed the silicon through her entrance pulling her hips further down so that the full six inches of the strap was inside of her.
“Fuck your so tight,” Paige groaned, tightening her hands on Azzi’s hips tracing the girls hip bone that popped out of her skin. She moved Azzi’s hair to one side of her shoulder, moving it out the way so she could leave marks all down the brunette’s neck.
Azzi moaned, tilting her head to give Paige more access and slowly started to move her hips. “Just like that ma there you go,” Paige praised, moving one of her hands down to grip the fat of Azzi’s ass with her palm.
Paige watched in awe at Azzi riding her like she truly needed it. The blonde's other hand went up to cup the brunette's boobs pinching at the nipple before she brought it to her mouth. She sucked at azzi's nipple hard, making azzi whimper from the sensation.
The brunettes back arched, giving onto Paige’s shoulder tighter and slammed her hips down making both of them moan. “Feels so good daddy,” Azzi whined into Paige’s ear, before she bit down on the girl's ear lobe hard.
“I love when you call me that,” Paige said breathlessly, trailing her eyes down to watch the way Azzi folds stretched around her strap which made her mind fuzzy. She shoved her face into Azzi’s breasts kneading Azzi’s ass with her hand as the brunette picked up her speed.
Azzi’s walls tightened around the silicon from being close to her release. Her teeth sunk into Paige’s neck as her stomach tightened. “You gonna cum for me already?” Paige rasped out with a huge grin which Azzi nodded her head.
“Fuck I’m so close,” paige whimpered , bucking her hip further into azzi making the other girl cry. A few tears left Azzi’s eyes before her vision went white from her release. She let go of Paige’s neck let out a long dragged out moan when Paige thrusted into her one more time before she allowed herself to cum as well.
Silence fell in between them the sound of both the girls gasping for air was heard through the room. “Can I eat you out?” Azzi asked softly out of nowhere.
Paige’s ears perked up at her words, “fuck please,” she whined pulling the strap slowly out of azzi so they could switch positions.
The blonde took off the strap throwing it off the bed and scooted down the bed to where her back rested on the mattress and her head was supported by a pillow.
Azzi moved in between Paige’s legs laying on her stomach while her hands played with Paige’s folds. “God damn you're so wet,” Azzi moaned. Her mouth watered at the sight and her throat bobbed with need.
The blonde's face turned a dark red, “stop it and just eat me out already,” Paige pouted but Azzi didn’t follow her demand. She was side tracked from the way Paige’s hole clenched around nothing.
The brunette looked up at Paige through her lashes, “say please or I’m not doing shit.”
Paige let out a sign before she gave in knowing that Azzi wasn’t going to give her any more releases if she didn’t say anything. “Please,” she begged out, batting her eyes down at the brunette while she spoke.
Azzi nodded in approval, “that’s what I thought,” she said before she latched forward bringing her lips around Paige’s clit and sucked it, playing with the bundle of nerves with her tongue.
2.
Azzi woke up with the sun shining in her face. She blinked a few times looking up to see Paige pasted out with her mouth slightly open. A small smile appeared on her lips from the sight that made her heart ache.
She reached out to caress the side of Paige’s hand with her palm. She loved how Paige was still asleep but the girl still leaned into her touch like she was up. “Paige we gotta get up,” she whispered softly.
Paige groaned and shook her head in disagreement. “No I don't want to,” she mumbled, bringing the covers up to cover her cold and bare body to go back to sleep.
Azzi pouted, “Paige,” she whined loud enough for Paige to wake up.
“It’s Sunday we dont gotta do anything so come on ma lets go back to sleep,” Paige rasped out, shutting her eyes one last time and this time she actually fell asleep waking up two hours later to Azzi being nowhere in the bed or the apartment.
The blonde signed walking lazily to the kitchen to eat a bowl of cereal. Paige scrolled on her phone opening up her messages with Azzi and began to type while she ate.
Paige💜: sent a 3:00 video [11:43 am]
Paige💜: This is what you get for leaving me and not telling me anything. [ 11:43 am]
Azzi🩷: you fucking tease. You know I’m in public rn [11:47 am]
The blonde laughed at Azzi’s text knowing exactly what she was doing to the other girl. The video Paige had sent Azzi was a three minute video of Paige playing with herself that she had taken yesterday when the brunette had left her again to go run some errands.
Azzi🩷: You are gonna be in so much trouble when I get home you know you're not supposed to touch yourself when I'm not there to see it. [11:50 am]
Paige💜: You promise? [ read at 11:51 am]
It wasn't until two hours later when Azzi got home. When the front door had opened Paige turned her head from laying on the couch watching a grumpy Azzi to appear in her vision. “Wassup mama where have you been?” Paige asked, acting like she didn't do anything a few hours ago.
Azzi’s eyes narrowed showing Paige how pissed off she was from her dark eyes and scrunched up lips. “ Don't say ‘wassup mama’ to me right now I’m mad at you,” she grumbled while she walked over to Paige who was still laying on the couch. Her arms were crossed over her chest and she just stared at the blonde blankly.
“Hm If I remember correctly you said you were gonna punish me,” Paige said tapping her pointer finger on her chin while she acted like she was thinking. She fought back a grin, please punish me she thought.
The brunette nodded her head once, “bet let’s go,” she rasped out, reaching out to grab onto Paige's wrist and pulled her off of the couch and led her to their bedroom.
Once both of the girls made it into the room Azzi slammed the door shut making Paige jump a little from the loud noise. “Strip,” Azzi commanded. The sound of the brunette's voice made Paige instantly obey.
Paige stood undressed with her pile of clothes right by her feet. Her hands were folded together waiting for Azzi’s next instructions. “Get on the bed on all fours with your back arched just how I like it,” Azzi said while she walked over to grab the strap that was in one of the dresser drawers.
Her throat dried up as she slowly walked over to the bed, crawling on it and did exactly what the brunette had instructed her to do. Paige’s body was facing away from Azzi with her ass high up in the air and her spine arched. Her head hung low resting in between her arms and shivers ran down her spin when Azzi had touched her lower back.
Her heart skipped a beat when Azzi had run the strap through her folds slowly making her hips chase after the silicone out of need.
“Fuck look at that shit— your basically soaking my strap,” Azzi groaned, trapping the weight of the silicone on Paige’s cunt biting her lip at the filthy sounds that came from in between the blondes legs.
Paige’s face flushed at Azzi's words. She turned her head over her shoulder watching the smug look that was on Azzi’s face. She bit the inside of her cheek, throwing her hips back one more time and let out a small moan when the tip of the strap made contact with her entrance.
“Uh huh stop moving your hips,” Azzi said before she smacked Paige’s ass hard leaving a bright red hand print on it.
The blonde swallowed down the words that were in her throat. Paige let out a groan aching and stuck her ass more up in the air while her head went back in back in between her arms.
Paige’s eyes widened slightly when one of Azzi’s hands went to grip her throat pulling up her head, “you don’t get to cum unless I say you can,” she said into Paige’s ear.
She nodded her head feeling her face heat up more from the powerful grip Azzi had on her neck. Fuck that’s so hot. Paige’s entrance clenched around nothing, feeling another wave of arousal escape her hole and dripped down onto her folds and the strap.
“Use your words paige.”
“Okay mommy,” she whined out. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head when Azzi had thrusted the full strap in her, not even giving her a heads up. Paige’s jaw clenched together at the sting from the stretch.
Azzi groaned into her ear moving one of her hands down to grab at the blonde's hip caressing Paige’s tan skin while she waited for Paige to get used to the stretch. “Holy fuck,” Paige whined, her face scrunched up a little.
The brunette smirked at Paige’s reaction, “you don't have anything cocky to say now huh?,” she remarked, slowly starting to move her hips forward to pound into Paige’s hole.
Her fingers on Paige’s neck tightened bringing the girl up a little so the blonde’s back touched her front. Azzi shoved her head into Paige's neck, sucking at the blonde skin to leave marks that are gonna be a bitch tomorrow to cover up.
“Oh fuck mommy that feels so good,” paige cried, her eyes watered and her hips moved downward grinding onto the strap trying to make the silicon go deeper inside of her. Paige bit her lip hard while her eyes rolled to the back of her head from the pressure.
“You like that?,” Azzi rasped out when she pulled away from Paige's neck for a second so she could talk. A smug look grew on Azzi’s face from the noises that were coming out of Paige’s mouth; she already knew the answer to her question.
Paige didn’t answer Azzi the first time her mind was occupied by the way Azzi was fucking her. Her mind cleared up a little when the brunette had squeezed her throat trying to get her attention which worked because Paige opened her eyes and turned her head to the side with a small “hmm.”
“I asked you a question.”
The blonde's throat bobbed, “can you repeat it please mommy?,” she begged, hoping that the nickname would distract Azzi from how she didn't hear her the first time.
Azzi thrusted her hips forward hard making Paige’s body lock up. “I asked if you liked it babe,” she repeated again, biting back the moan that was in the back of her throat from the way the strap grinded against her own cunt.
“God yes I love it so much,” Paige cried, moving her head more towards Azzi’s face while she tried to kiss the girls lips and pouted when Azzi pulled away.
A look of disappointment filled Azzi’s face. “Oh no sweetie, say please and then you can get a kiss,” she said with a huge smirk.
“Please mommy please kiss me.” Paige whined.
The brunette nodded her head in approval. “Good girl,” she praised, using the hand on Paige's neck to pull her into a kiss, forcing her tongue into Paige’s mouth so she could explore every inch of the blonde’s mouth.
Paige moaned into the kiss, opening her mouth more to give Azzi more access while she fucked herself on the strap. She moved her hands up to play with her breasts, kneading them with her palms only to make her moan louder into Azzi’s mouth from the sensitivity.
Azzi pulled away gasping for air, “you close yet? I can feel how hard your walls are gripping the strap.”
The blonde’s face shriveled up, “yes, I'm so close can I cum for you mommy? Please? I need to cum so bad,” she whimpered, streams of tears fell down her face as her stomach started to tighten from the coil that was forming in her lower stomach. Her legs shook for Azzi’s pace and from how the brunette wasn't slowing down even after she spoke.
“Since you asked so nicely, yes you can cum babe. Soak my strap I wanna see it,” Azzi groaned into Paige’s ear moving away so she could watch the way the strap moved in and out of Paige. And god it was such a beautiful sight.
Paige’s mouth fell open allowing herself to soak the strap with her juices just like Azzi had told her to. Her vision blacked out a little from how powerful her orgasm was, making her rest most of her body weight on Azzi trusting that the brunette would hold her which she did.
Azzi however didn't stop; she kept thrusting into Paige chasing after her own release listening to the cries that fell out of Paige’s mouth from overstimulation.
“Just one more honey,” Azzi said releasing Paige’s neck so she could trail her hand down to play with Paige’s swollen clit rubbing it in tight circles as she fucked her.
“Too much,” Paige cried, her legs and stomach were quivering at this point while helpless cries fell from her mouth. She moved her hands from her boobs to the back of Azzi's neck, gripping onto the baby hairs there while she held on for dear life.
“You can take it, I know you can.” Azzi told her, moving her hand on Paige’s clit faster. She sunk her teeth deep into Paige’s neck and came. The brunette let out a small moan, still moving her hand no matter how much it was burning or how tired she was.
Azzi moved her hands down to Paige’s hips, gripping onto them tightly while she pushed Paige down, making the blonde ride her strap with her help. “God you look so beautiful like this,” Azzi praised.
“Fuck—just like that god mommy I’m about to cum again.”
The brunette hummed, “yeah you're gonna make a mess all over my strap again? Give it to me,” Azzi encouraged smirking when Paige followed her command releasing another spray of her release all on the bed drenching her body and Azzi’s along with the sheets.
Paige’s body fell forward into the mattress, burying her head into the sheets as Azzi still circled her clit making her cry. “Too sensitive,” she cried trying to move away from Azzi’s hand and strap but it was no use from the grip Azzi had on her hips.
Azzi pulled the strap out of paige which made her mouth fall from how covered the silicon was. She used her hands on Paige’s hips to flip the girl over so that now Paige was on her back with her legs in a v dangling in the air.
She moved her body so now she was hovering over Paige moving on of her hands to interlink Paige’s holding it above her head while she used her other hand to thrust the strap back inside of the blonde.
“Last one I swear.”
Paige rolled her eyes, “you said that last time,” she groaned out using all of her strength to hold up her legs and tightened her grip on Azzi’s hand.
The blonde looked up at Azzi through her lashes before she leaned her head up to kiss Azzi. Paige moaned into Azzi’s mouth when the brunette had spit a glob of spit into her mouth which she swallowed happily.
Paige pulled away from Azzi’s lips, trying to catch her breath as the sensation in her lower stomach started to become too much. “Mommy,” she whimpered, her eyes glistening with tears as she made eye contact with Azzi.
Azzi nodded her head, moving her free hand to pinch at Paige’s nipple before she brought it to her mouth, sucking on it hard. The blonde's jaw tightened and her free hand went to grip the sheets desperately looking for something to hold onto.
“Hold it for mommy okay. Just a few for seconds,” Azzi rasped out, toying with the nipple that was just in her mouth.
The blonde shook her head scrunching up her nose while her legs trembled. “I’m cumming,” she moaned, rolling her eyes to the back of her head as she let go of her release.
Paige’s vision went dark after that the next thing she knew she was in a bathtub with Azzi behind her bathing her. She blinked tiredly. Her hand went up to rub her eyes before she turned her head over her shoulder to look at the brunette.
“Az why are we in the bath tub?,” Paige complained with a small pout on her lips.
The brunette pressed a small kiss to the back of her shoulder blade. “You were soaked from the mess you made. I didn’t want you going to bed like that,” she explained, making Paige’s heart double in size.
Paige leaned her back further onto Azzi's front allowing the girl to hold herself up. “You're so sweet but like can you please hurry up I’m so tired,” she grumbled smiling when she heard Azzi laugh from her words.
“Of course babe, I know I tired you out,” Azzi said cockily, leaning a small push on her shoulder from Paige. “What? You know it’s true,” she added, earning another grumble from Paige.
3.
The dim lights coming from the fake candles that were on the table reflected onto Azzi’s face making it glow. Paige and Azzi ate their pasta silently with their legs tangled together underneath the table.
“So what do you wanna do after this?,” Azzi asked, breaking the silence between them. She tilted her head to the side a little while she waited for Paige to respond.
Paige stayed quiet looking at Azzi with a massive grin on her face while she wiggled her eyebrows. “Stop it, we are in public,” Azzi said, kicking Paige’s foot underneath the table.
The blonde just laughed putting her silverware down on her plate so she could grab her phone out of her pocket to text Azzi. After she sent the message Paige had a shit eating grin on her face and her eyes sparkled in mischief.
“Look at your phone,” Paige told her, nodding her head over to where Azzi’s phone was laying face down on the table. Azzi raised her eyebrow but she checked her phone anyways
Paige💜: I wanna fuck [7:32 pm]
Azzi🩷: awe well aren’t you so romantic 🥰 [7:34 pm]
Paige💜: I’m so serious rn I need you so bad [7:35 pm]
Azzi🩷: I’m being serious too. I think that’s the most romantic thing you have ever said to me. [7:36 pm]
Paige💜: be fr [7:37 pm]
Paige💜: I’m serious Azzi I’ve been horny all day. I’m ovulating ..so can you like help a girl out [7:38 pm]
Azzi🩷: say please and then I’ll think about it. [7:39pm]
Paige💜: pleasee mommy [7:40 pm]
Azzi🩷: that’s what i thought let’s go. [7:40 pm]
The two girls were practically on top of each other when they made it through the door of their house. Paige gripped Azzi’s waist with one hand while her other hand slammed the door shut and locked it. The blonde tapped on Azzi’s waist two times signaling for the brunette to jump.
Azzi wrapped her arms around Paige’s neck jumping up for Paige to catch her which she did by gripping the back of the brunette’s thighs while she headed to their room. The blonde opened the bedroom door by kicking it with her foot, not even batting an eye when the door slammed into the wall.
She pulled Azzi into a deep and passionate kiss and walked over to the side of their bed carefully dropping the girl onto the bed so she could take off her clothes.
“Damn you were being serious,” Azzi said while she watched Paige quickly undress like her clothes were made of lava.
“Of course I was being serious now take your clothes off I wanna eat you out,” Paige told her, taking off her last bit of clothing while Azzi started to undress as well.
Azzi threw her chlorine off the bed as she took them off. When she was finally bare she rested back on her elbow spreading her legs apart so Paige could get a full view of her pussy.
“Holy fuck mama,” paige groaned crawling on the bed to where she held the brunettes thighs down onto the bed with her hands and her face was hovering over the girl wet cunt.
Paige looked up at Azzi through her lashes one last time before she flattened her tongue running it through the girl's folds to gather up all of the arousal on her tongue. The blonde smiled into Azzi’s pussy when the girl had bucked her lips up in her face, chasing after her tongue.
“Patience ma I’ll get you right I promise,” Paige mumbled licking her lips to get the access slick before she dived back in, spitting a glob of spit directly onto one of Azzi’s folds and watching as it trailed down all the way to her inner thigh.
She groaned at the sight moving one of her hands off of Azzi’s thigh so that she could spread the brunette’s folds open giving her a full view of the slick that was coming out of her entrance. Paige ran the tip of her tongue over the brunette’s entrances, moving up a bit so she could play with the girl's clit before she pulled away.
Azzi groaned at the loss of Paige’s tongue, “why do you keep teasing me?,” she whined moving her hips so that her cunt was more in Paige’s face.
Paige laughed, “I just like teasing you.”
The brunette rolled her eyes, “no you like being a pain in the ass now hurry up and eat me out already,” she whined again dragging out her words while she spoke.
Apparently it was good enough for Paige because just after she had said it the blonde attacked her mouth onto her clit sucking on the bundle of nerves hard.
Paige pulled away using the tip of her tongue to play with Azzi’s clit doing zipzags and small circles, paying attention to what motion makes Azzi moan the loudest.
The brunette body tightened up at her abs and stomach. Paige started to spell something with the tip of her tongue causing her eyebrows to wrinkle up while she tried to pay attention and understand what words Paige was spelling.
“M-O-M-M-Y,” is what Paige spelled two times on Azzi’s clit. Butterflies formed in the brunette’s body at the realization and her cheeks turned a faint red color. She bit her lip grinding onto Paige's tongue with a soft moan.
“Good girl, keep going for me. You're doing so good I'm gonna cum all over your tongue if you keep on.” Azzi praised, her eyes soon rolled back at the sensation when Paige nodded into her heat.
Paige moaned into Azzi’s pussy at the praise, clenching her legs together trying to sooth the arching pain that was coming from in between her legs as well. Her eyes rolled back when the taste of Azzi met her taste buds.
She sucked up every last drop of Azzi’s release and didn’t pull away from the brunette's pussy until the girl was shoving at her shoulders from overstimulation. Paige licked her lips while she trailed back up Azz’s body reaching out to hold the side of the girl's face while she kissed her.
A smirk stretched across Paige’s lips when Azzi moaned into her mouth from the taste of her cum. “I wanna get you right now,” Azzi rasped out when they had pulled away looking up at Paige through her lashes while she spoke.
Paige bit her bottom lip while she hummed, “yeah?,” she asked with a smug look on her face.
Azzi didn’t respond back instead she flipped their position so that now she was hovering over Paige. She moved down in between the blonde's thighs, bending them slightly and putting the girl's legs over her shoulders while her palms caressed the fat of Paige’s thighs.
“Awe babe you're soaked, do you need me to take care of it?”
Paige rolled her eyes at Azzi’s teasing, “Azzi,” she dragged out feeling the tips of her ears burn from how desperate she was at the moment. God this was embarrassing, she thought not being able to control her hips from bucking up closer to Azzi’s face.
The brunette laughed before she leaned her head closer to Paige’s clit wrapping her lips around it and started to suck hard and loving the way she could feel Paige’s clit penetrate against the muscle of her tongue.
The blonde's head tilted back against her pillow running her fingers through Azzi's hair while soft whimpers and whines fell from her lips. Paige tugged on Azzi’s hair while the girl continued to eat her out. She slouched more onto the bed, spreading her legs further apart so Azzi had more room to work with.
“Just like that baby girl,” Paige rasped out, gripping onto the pillow with her free hand while she grinded onto Azzi’s tongue.
Azzi caressed Paige’s thighs with her hands, flicking the bundle of nerves with her tongue and then flattening it. She pulled back, spitting directly onto Paige’s clit and then licked it up with her mouth with a moan.
“Fuck—do that again mommy please.”
The brunette obeyed repeating her actions again but this time she watched Paige’s entrance clench around nothing making her eyes darken at the sight.
“I’m gonna cum,” Paige whined, her face scrunched up and her hand was turning white from the death grip she had on the pillow.
Azzi nodded her head moving her tongue even faster over Paige’s clit while her nails dug into the blonde's skin. The brunette licked up all of Paige’s release leaving an open kiss onto the girl's over sensitive clit before she pulled away.
“I love the way you taste I could eat you out all day if you would let me,” Azzi rasped out licking her lips and smirked up at paige when the blonde playfully pushed at one of her shoulders.
4.
Paige woke up from her sleep in a sweat. The back of her hairs stuck to her neck and her throat was dry in desperate need of water. A small groan left her lips from the pain coming from in between her legs.
Her boxers were soaked to the point where she was going to need to take them off to put on a new pair. Her legs were clenched together underneath the covers and she turned her body to face a sleeping Azzi who was dead to the world.
Should I wake her up? Paige thought to herself weighing out her options. The feeling in between her legs was telling her yes but she still felt guilty for waking Azzi up just because she was horny.
Paige groaned, I’ll just try to take care of it myself she thought before she took off her boxer and threw them off the side of the bed. She looked over at Azzi when she heard the brunette move around in the bed.
She froze a little in place feeling her cheeks heat up, this would be so embarrassing if Azzi caught her. Paige sat up a little in the bed spreading her legs shoulder with a part and moved one of her hands underneath the blanket so she could run her fingers through her folds.
The blonde muffled out her sound with her free hand pushing in one finger and then another one soon after from not being able to control herself. Her inner walls squeezed around her two fingers from the stretch. And just when she was about to take them out to push them back in, Azzi moved on the other side of the bed again making her heart drop to her ass.
Paige’s eyes bulged out of her head, letting out a shaky breath when Azzi stopped moving. Okay we are good, she thought. She slowly thrusted her fingers back in, circling them so that it would hit her g-spot making her eyes roll to the back of her head.
She bit back a moan, looking over at Azzi and watching as the girl's chest rose and fell from her breathing. Paige was able to control her sounds for about two minutes when everything went south when she added another finger out of greed.
“Fuck,” she moaned out without meaning to. The sound echoed through their room making Azzi shift again and this time the brunette had turned to where she was now facing Paige.
“Paige what are you doing?,” Azzi asked. Her voice was filled with tiredness while she spoke. She rubbed her eyes scooching over to Paige and moved the covers off of both of their bodies.
“Awe babe are you horny right now? Do you need mommy to help you?,” Azzi teased, feeling every ounce of sleepiness leave her body at the sight of her desperate girlfriend.
Paige swallowed a large lump in her throat, “yes please mommy,” she said softly instantly giving in. She didn’t even care about how desperate she looked at the moment she just needed to cum.
The brunette instantly moved at Paige’s words. She took Paige’s fingers out of her hole, replacing them with her own while she pressed kisses onto the blonde’s neck. Her finger’s curled hitting Paige’s g-spot more from how longer her fingers were compared to Paige’s.
“You like that?,” Azzi mumbled into the blonde’s ear, smirking when Paige’s hips stuttered from the sound of her voice.
A loud breathless moan fell from Paige’s lips, “you know I do,” she grumbled, tilting her head to the side to give Azzi more access. Her eyes rolled back and her mouth fell open from Azzi’s fast pace.
“Fuck do you hear that shit? That’s all mine,” Azzi groaned, referring to the wet noises coming from in between Paige’s legs. She moved her lips up to kiss Paige smirking against the girl’s lips from how Paige moaned into her mouth.
The blonde nodded her head, slightly opening her mouth so Azzi could shove her tongue in which she did happily. Her eyebrows wrinkled together as the brunette explored her mouth a faint color of blush appeared on her face when they had pulled away causing a string of spit to appear.
Paige’s breath stuttered while she grinded her hips up chasing after Azzi’s fingers. “Yes it’s all yours,” she said breathlessly letting out a whimper when Azzi moved her three fingers faster inside of her from her words.
“Mommy—“ the blonde cried out from Azzi's thumb moving to play with her clit.
Just when the familiar coil began to form in Paige’s lower stomach Azzi pulled out, making Paige cry from the loss of touch. “What?—“ Paige was cut off by Azzi.
“Get on your hands and knees,” Azzi told her, moving her wet fingers up to suck Paige’s slick off of her three fingers.
Paige nodded her head obeying Azzi’s command. She moved her body off the bed, getting on her hands and knees at the center of the bed, arching her back just like Azzi liked it. Her bottom lip went in between her teeth when Azzi ran her fingers from her folds from behind.
Not being able to help herself, Paige grinded her hips back onto Azzi’s fingers whining when the girl had pulled away. “Nope don’t move,” Azzi told her
Paige's body locked up at Azzi’s words, “okay mommy,” she said, letting out a moan from the feeling of Azzi running her tongue through her folds.
“Stay still while I eat you out.” Azzi said before she ran her tongue through Paige’s folds. She moaned at the taste of the blondes juices on her tongue.
The noises coming out of Paige’s mouth encouraged her to go faster trailing her tongue up to flick at Paige’s clit. She moved her tongue back down to lick up the slick that had trailed down to Paige’s inner thighs.
“Mommy please,” Paige cried, fighting so hard not to move her hips to grind onto Azzi’s tongue.
Azzi hummed into Paige’s pussy moving her hands down to Paige’s thighs to encourage the girl to move on her tongue. The blonde's eyes rolled back, grinding her hips on Azzi’s face to chase after her release.
“Just like that baby girl,” Azzi praised using Paige’s praise kink against her.
The brunette ignored the pain in her jaw while she continued to eat Paige out. She smirked against Paige’s cunt when she felt the girl's hips stutter from being close to the edge.
“I’m cumming,” Paige cried burying her head in her arms while her face scrunched up and her knees locked into place. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head while sweat coated her body. Her mouth fell open at the feeling of Azzi nodding against her pussy encouraging her to let go.
Azzi licked up all of Paige’s juices that came out of her. Her hand moved to the girls folds tuning through them and smirked when Paige had squirted again.
“Good girl,” Azzi praised again before she latched back onto Paige’s sensitive bundle of nerves sending the blonde into overdrive.
Paige buried her head into the sheets soaking them with the tears that fell out of her eyes. “Mommy it’s too much,” she cried out but despite her words her hips kept grinding on the brunette's tongue.
“You can take it we both know you can,” Azzi told her thrusting two of her fingers back into Paige’s entrance groaning at the way the blonde's walls automatically clenched around her fingers.
Azzi curled her fingers up hitting Paige’s g-spot every time she thrusted back into the blonde's greedy hole. “Look at that she’s begging for more,” Azzi rasped out referring to Paige’s entrance.
Paige whined at Azzi’s words, “stop talking like that you know what it does to me,” she said weakly bucking her hips further towards Azzi. “If you keep talking like that I won’t be able to last long,” she added.
“I know baby that’s why I’m doing it. I want you to fall apart on my fingers.”
The blonde clenched her inner walls tighter around Azzi’s fingers again from her words. The familiar burning sensation formed in her lower stomach from the coil that was growing. Her legs shook from over sensitivity and her head spun.
“I’m gonna cum—,” Paige was cut off by her voice breaking in the middle of her sentence.
The brunette nodded curling her fingers deeper, “cum for me,” she stated and smirked when Paige followed her command. Azzi lapped at Paige’s arousal, licking at it like it was the last thing she was ever going to taste.
Paige fell onto the bed letting out a sign in relief when her back hit the softness of the bed. Her breath stuttered from still trying to catch her breath. Azzi moved to caress the sides of her waist while she trailed kisses from the base of Paige’s neck to the girl's ear.
“I’m so proud of you babe. You did so good,” Azzi said, pressing a soft kiss into Paige’s sweet spot. She whipped away the small trail of slobber that was on the side of Paige’s mouth.
“Come on, let's go clean you up.” Azzi said after a few minutes earning a small groan from Paige in procrastination. “I know your tired sweetie but I don’t want you to go to bed like this,” Azzi added pressing a kiss onto Paige’s forehead and then got up from the bed.
Bonus
The Dallas wings locker room was quiet from most of the players being gone. Only Paige, Azzi, and Za were in the room because both of the girls had stayed after practice and Za was taking forever to get her things together and leave.
Azzi sat slouched in her chair that was in front of her locker. Her bottom lip was curled in between her teeth while her eyes were locked on Paige. The blonde was foam rolling on the floor moving her hips back and forth while she stretched out the back of her thigh.
The brunette’s eyes watched the way Paige’s leg had flexed showing off her muscles, making her clench her legs together. Her eyes trailed up to Paige’s arms that were on display from her practice tank top that she was starting to love because of how it showed off Paige’s toned arms.
Without hesitation Azzi grabbed her phone from her gym bag, opening up her and Paige’s messages. She dragged her finger up on her screen so she could turn down the brightness of her phone and started typing.
Azzi🩷: paige. [11:20 am]
Azzi🩷: stop moving your hips like that [11:20 am]
Azzi🩷: fuck, look at your phone please babe. Let’s leave rn [11:21 am]
Azzi🩷: paigeeeee holy fuck I need you so bad please daddy [11:21 am]
Paige was completely obvious from Azzi’s messages. Her phone was stashed away in her gym bag so the brunette had to come up with another plan. Azzi looked over at Zaza who was turned away from them still packing up her things.
The brunette cleared her throat which caught Paige’s attention automatically. ‘Look at your phone,” she mouthed with a grin. The blonde tilted her head to the side giving Azzi a skeptical look but still followed her instructions.
Azzi looked back at her phone watching as the three bubbles appeared on her screen from Paige texting her. She licked her lips, bouncing her leg and waited for Paige to send her message.
Paige💜: bet let’s go [11:24 am]
Welp, that was easy, Azzi thought. She quickly got up from her seat to gather her things. “Bye Za see you tomorrow at practice,” Azzi said with a wave when she and Paige met in the middle of the locker room walking side by side to the exit door.
The brunette didn’t even look back when Za replied instead she grabbed onto Paige’s hand pulling her out the door and to her car. “Damn mama slow down,” Paige said from behind Azzi.
The brunette snapped her head over her shoulder, “no this is urgent we gotta hurry up,” Azzi replied, quickening her pace to the car which made Paige laugh.
When the two girls made it home Azzi jumped out of the car which Paige did the same but the brunette had grabbed Paige by the color of her shirt dragging her into the apartment. “Damn ma. What’s gotten into you?,” Paige asked, allowing herself to be tugged into the bedroom.
“I'm ovulating and im horny,” Azzi told her, getting straight to the point.
The air was knocked out of Paige when Azzi pushed her onto the bed. She looked up at the girl feeling her cheeks heat up at the sight of Azzi crawling on top of her. The brunette swung one of her legs over Paige’s waist sitting directly onto Paige’s abs and moved her hands under the blonde’s tank top to feel up on the girl’s stomach.
Paige hummed, “that explains why you basically jumped my bone and dragged me into the room,” she said in a teasing manner. She rested her hands on Azzi’s hips digging her nails into the girl's hip bone before she rocked the girl making Azzi grind on her abs.
“Fuck–,” Azzi moaned out. Her eyes went half lidded before she leaned down to hover her face over Paige’s. She took one last look into the blonde’s eyes before she interlinked their lips bringing the girl into a deep and heated kiss that left both of them gasping for air.
Azzi rocked her hips onto Paige’s covered abs again before she grabbed at Paige’s shirt to take it off the girl’s body. “You have too much clothing on” she said, undressing Paige with a lusty look in her eyes.
Once Paige was bare she moved onto her clothes throwing the clothes off the bed and onto the floor. The brunette’s eyes trailed down to Paige’s chest and her mouth instantly watered.
“God I love these so much,” she said, moving her hands up to grab at Paige’s breast before she wrapped her lips around one nipple, releasing it after a few seconds to do the same thing to the other side.
Paige hissed when Azzi brought one of her hard nubs in between her fingers twisting them and then pulled away. “I want you to use your strap on me,” Azzi told Paige, looking up at the girl through her lashes to give the blonde a begging expression.
“Shit–you ain't gotta tell me twice,” Paige said, earning a giggle from Azzi. The blonde tapped on Azzi’s waist signaling her to get off which she did so she could go grab the strap.
When Paige had come back to the bed with the strap in her hand a pout formed on her face. “No mama don't do that I got you,” she said, referring to the hand Azzi had in between her legs playing with her cunt.
“Sorry,” Azzi apologized and whipped the juices on her hand on her thigh with her eyes locked on Paige who was putting the strap on and adjusting the straps that were on her hips. “Fuck,” she whispered underneath her breath at the sight.
Paige grinned up at Azzi, “you like that you see?”
“You know I do now hurry up,” Azzi whined if she didn't feel Paige strap in her in the next five seconds she was going to explode. (and no she was not being dramatic)
The blonde laughed making her way to the edge of the bed and reached out for Azzi’s legs, holding them up into a v shape. Azzi straightened out her legs, gripping the sheets with both of her hands and watched as Paige ran the strap through her folds.
“Do you need me to prep you?”
The brunette shook her head, “no I'm okay just go slow,” Azzi told her.
Paige nodded her head, running the strap through Azzi soaked covered folds a few more times before she pushed only the tip in and then went completely still watching the brunette’s expression.
“Shit,” Azzi cursed at the stretch, feeling her walls clamp around the thickness of Paige’s strap. Her face scrunched up and her jaw tightened together at the sudden sting coming from in between her legs.
After a few seconds had passed Azzi nodded her head, “okay now you can move.”
The blonde nodded her head pushing in a little more before she stopped again. Her eyes widened a bit when the brunette had pushed herself down onto the rest of the strap. “Damn okay.”
Azzi rolled her eyes, “you were taking forever,” she groaned, biting the inside of her cheek hard.
The blonde didn’t say anything, instead she moved her hips forward causing a loud moan to fall out of Azzi’s lips. The brunette moved to where she was resting her upper body on the back on her elbows still having a death grip on the sheets as Paige fucked the strap into her.
Paige reached out to palm Azzi’s breasts feeling herself become soaked from the submissive look Azzi was giving her. Out of nowhere Paige pulled out flipping Azzi onto her hands and knees inserting the strap back inside of the brunette's entrance.
“Oh—fuck daddy,” Azzi whined arching her back even deeper and moved her hips to fuck herself onto the silicon. Her mind grew fuzzy and loud moans fell out of her mouth and echoed throughout the room.
“There you go baby girl,” Paige said, grabbing at the fat of Azzi’s ass before she slapped it. She moved her hands to Azzi’s hips caressing the soft skin with the tips of her fingers while Azzi fucked herself chasing after her release.
Azzi's body shivered at the sound of the nickname. One of her hands went up to tuck a piece of hair behind her ear to get it out of her sweaty face.
“So big,” Azzi rasped out, turning her head over her shoulder so she could make eye contact with Paige. “Swear I can feel it in my stomach daddy,” she added, making the blonde groan from her words.
The brunette's body started to lock up a little as she slowed down her pace, feeling herself starting to become close to the edge. “You gonna cum for me babe?” The blonde asked. She swore she could feel how hard Azzi was gripping around the silicone.
Azzi nodded her head, feeling the sensation in her stomach becoming more and more harder for her to ignore. “Yes I’m gonna cum,” she moaned, shoving her head into the sheets while she cried into them.
She couldn’t even give Paige a warning that she was cumming her release had beat her to it. The blonde's eyes fell down in between Azzi’s legs watching the girl milk her strap which made her groan cumming from just the sight alone.
Silence fell in between them while Azzi tried to regain her strength after her orgasm. Paige took the strap out of Azzi, unbuckling the leather straps that were on her waist and throwing it on the floor. She grabbed onto the brunette’s waist and dragged them up the bed.
Paige laid with her back against the sheets, her hand wrapped around Azzi middle while the other girl laid on top of her with her head on Paige’s chest. “You okay? Paige asked, tucking more of Azzi's hair behind her ear to get it out of her face.
Azzi nodded her head, “I think you wrecked me and that was only the first round,” she joked breathlessly. Paige laughed at Azzi’s words, feeling her ego boost from it.
The brunette had eventually straddled Paige’s waist hovering her face right in front of the blonde’s. Azzi licked her lips looking at Paige like she was some type of full course meal.
“Now it’s time to get you right properly. I've been dying to taste you all day,” Azzi said.
A/N: In honor of the most beautiful, hardworking, perfect angel princess being the number one pick in the draft, I have written some of the nastiest smut I could think of 😄 As always, I hope you love it! xx Elle
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The partition slid up with a soft click, sealing them off from the driver, and Paige's mouth was on Azzi's before the SUV even pulled away from the Shed. The Jordan Brand after-party was waiting – stylists, photographers, executives eager to celebrate the newest #1 draft pick – but Paige didn't give a fuck about any of that right now.
"P, we can't – " Azzi gasped against her lips, but her hands were already fisting in Paige's vest, pulling her closer.
"Can't what?" Paige murmured, guiding Azzi back against the plush leather seat. The SUV was obscenely luxurious, all black leather and tinted windows, the kind of vehicle that cost more than most people's cars. "Can't celebrate properly? Baby, you just got drafted first overall. I think we can do whatever the fuck we want."
It had been a year since Paige herself had been drafted #1 to Dallas, a year of proving herself on the court, of building a foundation for what was to come. But this – this was Azzi's moment. After nine years together, after all the late nights and early mornings, after supporting each other through every dream and injury, they were finally here. Both of them in Dallas. Both of them living the life they'd built together.
Azzi's breath hitched as Paige's hands slid up her thighs, pushing up the hem of her custom dress – a sequined, multicolored number that hugged every curve. "The driver – "
"Can't see or hear a thing." Paige's fingers found the edge of Azzi's thong, and she could already feel the heat radiating through the thin fabric. The partition was solid, the windows tinted dark enough that no one could see in even if they pulled up alongside them. "Jesus, babygirl. You're already soaking."
"Don't call me that right now," Azzi whimpered, her head falling back against the leather headrest as Paige's fingers traced along her slit through the lace. The SUV turned a corner, and the movement pressed Azzi harder against Paige's hand. "You know what it does to me."
Paige grinned, sharp and predatory. She did know. After nine years, she knew Azzi's body better than her own, knew exactly how she fell apart when she used that nickname in bed, how it made her pliant and desperate. "What does it do, baby? Makes you wet? Makes you want my fingers inside you?"
"Fuck, P – "
"Answer me."
"Yes," Azzi breathed, her hips already rolling forward, seeking friction. "Yes, it makes me want you. Always makes me want you."
Paige hooked her fingers in the waistband of Azzi's underwear and pulled them down in one smooth motion, letting them fall to Azzi's ankles. The dress was bunched around her waist now, and Paige took a moment just to look – at the way Azzi's chest heaved with anticipation, at the flush spreading down her neck and chest, at the glistening evidence of her arousal. Outside the tinted windows, the city lights blurred past, but inside their private cocoon, nothing existed except this.
"Spread your legs," Paige commanded, her voice low and rough.
Azzi obeyed immediately, her thighs parting as much as the underwear around her ankles would allow. Paige shifted closer on the leather seat, one hand gripping Azzi's hip to steady her while the other slid through her folds, gathering wetness.
"So fucking perfect," Paige murmured, circling Azzi's clit with practiced precision. She knew this body better than her own, knew exactly how much pressure to apply, exactly what angle made Azzi's knees buckle. "My perfect girl. My number one draft pick."
Azzi's moan was obscene, filling the enclosed space of the SUV. Paige immediately covered her mouth with her free hand.
"What did I say about being quiet?" She pressed two fingers inside without warning, and Azzi's cry was muffled against her palm. The car hit a bump, driving Paige's fingers deeper, and Azzi's whole body jerked. "That's it. Take it, babygirl. Take what I give you."
Azzi's inner walls clenched around her fingers, hot and impossibly tight. Paige set a relentless pace, curling her fingers on each thrust to hit that spot that made Azzi see stars. Her thumb found Azzi's clit, rubbing tight circles that had Azzi's whole body trembling. The movement of the car added an unpredictable element, each turn and acceleration shifting the pressure and angle.
The sounds were obscene – the wet slide of Paige's fingers, Azzi's muffled whimpers, the harsh breathing that filled the space between them. Paige could feel Azzi getting close, could feel the way her pussy started to flutter and clench, the way her thighs began to shake.
"You gonna come for me?" Paige whispered against Azzi's ear, biting down on the lobe. "Gonna come all over my fingers in the back of this car while the driver’s two feet away? While everyone out there has no idea what's happening behind these tinted windows?"
Azzi nodded frantically, her eyes squeezed shut, her hands gripping the back of Paige’s neck so hard, she knew there would be marks later.
"Look at me," Paige demanded, and when Azzi's eyes fluttered open – dark and desperate and so fucking beautiful – Paige added a third finger, stretching her wider. "Look at me when you come."
It only took three more thrusts before Azzi was coming, her whole body going rigid as pleasure crashed through her. Paige kept her hand firmly over Azzi's mouth, swallowing the moan that tried to escape. She worked her through it, fingers never stopping their movement, drawing out every last tremor and aftershock until Azzi was boneless and panting against the seat.
When Paige finally withdrew her fingers, they were coated in Azzi's release. She brought them to her mouth, maintaining eye contact as she sucked them clean.
"Fuck," Azzi breathed, still trying to catch her breath. The city lights continued to stream past the windows, a reminder that they were still moving through the world even as everything had narrowed to just the two of them. "You can't just – we have to – we're almost there – "
"I know." Paige kissed her again, slow and deep, letting Azzi taste herself on her tongue. "But I needed that. Needed to feel you come apart for me before we go out there and pretend to be professional."
Azzi nodded, shaky and breathless. "Professional. Right." She bent down to pull her underwear back up, smoothing her dress back into place. The SUV slowed, and through the tinted windows, Paige could see they were approaching the venue. "How do I look?"
Paige took in the flushed cheeks, the slightly smudged lipgloss, the telltale glaze in Azzi's eyes. "Like you just got fucked in the back of a car."
"P!"
"You look beautiful," Paige amended, though her grin was unrepentant. "You always look beautiful. Especially when you're coming on my fingers."
Azzi swatted at her, but she was smiling too. "You're impossible."
"You love it."
"I do," Azzi admitted softly, and the tenderness in her voice made Paige's chest tight. "I love you."
"I love you too, baby. So fucking much." Paige cupped Azzi's face, thumbs stroking over her cheekbones. "And I'm so proud of you. Number one pick. You deserve everything."
"I have everything," Azzi said, leaning into the touch. "I have you."
They stayed like that for a moment, just breathing each other in, before the SUV came to a complete stop. Through the partition, they could hear the muffled sounds of the bass from the music inside the venue.
"Okay, we really do have to go now," Paige said reluctantly. "But tonight – after the party – I have a surprise for you."
Azzi's eyes lit up with curiosity and anticipation. "What kind of surprise?"
"The kind that's going to make you scream my name so loud the whole hotel hears it." Paige kissed her once more, hard and promising. "Now come on. Let's go show Dallas what they're getting."
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They made it through exactly forty-five minutes of mingling at the afterparty before Azzi pulled Paige away from KK, murmuring something about Sydnee being ready to style her next look. The hotel room where they'd be getting their hair and makeup redone was just down the hall from the main event space – convenient, private, and about to serve a very different purpose than intended.
The moment they were inside, Azzi turned to Paige with desperate, pleading eyes. "P, please – I need – "
"What do you need, baby?" Paige asked, though she could see the answer written all over Azzi's face.
"I need to taste you." Azzi's hands were already reaching for Paige's belt, her fingers fumbling with the buckle. "Please, P. I've been thinking about it all night. Let me – please let me make you feel good."
The raw need in Azzi's voice sent a bolt of heat straight to Paige's core. "Bathroom," she managed, her voice already rough with want. "Now."
They stumbled into the spacious bathroom, all marble counters and soft lighting, and Azzi immediately dropped to her knees. She looked up at Paige with those dark, desperate eyes, and Paige had to brace herself against the counter to keep from buckling.
"Please," Azzi begged again, her hands sliding up Paige's thighs. "I need you in my mouth. Need to taste you."
"Fuck," Paige breathed, her fingers tangling in Azzi's hair. "Yeah, baby. Yeah, you can taste me."
Azzi made quick work of Paige's slacks, pulling them down along with her boxers – pink in honor of her girlfriend. The moment Paige was bare, Azzi leaned in, her tongue tracing through Paige's folds in one long, slow lick that had Paige's hips jerking forward.
"Jesus Christ," Paige gasped, her grip tightening in Azzi's hair. "Just like that, baby. Fuck."
Azzi moaned against her, the vibration sending sparks of pleasure through Paige's body. Her tongue found Paige's clit, circling it with practiced precision before sucking it into her mouth. The wet heat of her mouth was overwhelming, and Paige could already feel her orgasm building.
"You're so good at this," Paige panted, her hips starting to rock against Azzi's face. "So fucking good with your mouth. Love watching you on your knees for me."
Azzi responded by sliding two fingers inside, curling them to hit that perfect spot while her tongue continued its assault on Paige's clit. It was almost too much, and Paige could feel herself getting close embarrassingly fast.
But she wasn't ready to finish yet.
"Stay right there," Paige commanded, her hand still tangled in Azzi's hair. "Don't move."
Azzi stayed on her knees, her mouth still pressed against Paige's pussy, waiting. Paige kicked off her shoes.
"Spread wider," Paige ordered, and Azzi obeyed immediately, her knees sliding apart on the marble floor. Paige shifted her stance, moving her legs slightly before pressing her foot right against Azzi's pussy, feeling the soaked fabric of her underwear. "Now ride my foot while you make me come."
Azzi whimpered against her, and Paige felt the vibration straight through her clit. Then Azzi's hips started moving, grinding down against Paige's foot in desperate, needy circles.
"That's it," Paige groaned, her hand tightening in Azzi's hair to guide her movements. "Make yourself feel good, baby. Get yourself off on my foot while you eat me out."
Azzi's tongue worked faster now, more urgently, licking and sucking at Paige's clit while her fingers pumped in and out. At the same time, her hips rolled against Paige's foot, grinding down hard enough that Paige could feel the wet heat soaking through.
"You like this?" Paige panted, her own hips starting to rock against Azzi's face. "Like being my little toy? Like making me come while you fuck yourself on my foot?"
Azzi's moan was muffled and desperate, and Paige could feel her grinding harder, faster, chasing her own pleasure while still focused on Paige's. The feeling of Azzi's mouth and fingers working her pussy while she ground her hips against her foot was overwhelming in the best way.
"Such a good girl," Paige praised, her voice rough with pleasure. "Using my body to get yourself off. That's what you are, baby – mine to use, mine to pleasure. My perfect little toy."
Azzi sealed her lips around Paige's clit and sucked hard, her fingers curling to hit that perfect spot, and Paige felt herself teetering on the edge. She could feel Azzi's wetness coating her foot, could feel the desperate rhythm of her grinding.
"Come on, baby," Paige urged, her hips moving faster now. "Make me come. Show me how much you love getting me off."
It only took a few more thrusts before Paige was coming, her whole body going rigid as pleasure exploded through her. She ground down against Azzi's face, riding out every last wave while Azzi's tongue and fingers continued to work her through it, while Azzi's hips still rolled desperately against her foot.
"Good girl," Paige panted when she could breathe again. "Such a good girl for me. Now it's your turn."
She pulled Azzi up and spun them around, pressing Azzi's back against the wall. Her thigh was between Azzi's legs, and she could feel how soaked Azzi was, how desperately she was already grinding down.
"You're so wet," Paige murmured, her hands gripping Azzi's hips to guide her movements. "So fucking wet from eating me out. You love it, don't you? Love having my pussy in your mouth?"
"Yes," Azzi whimpered, her hips moving faster. "Love it, P. Love making you come."
Paige flexed her thigh, pressing up hard, and Azzi's head fell back against the wall with a thud. "Come for me," Paige commanded. "Come all over my thigh, baby."
Azzi's first orgasm hit her hard, her whole body shaking as pleasure tore through her. But Paige wasn't done – she dropped to her knees, throwing one of Azzi's legs over her shoulder, and plunged two fingers deep inside her. She didn't ease into it; she went hard and fast immediately, her fingers thrusting in rapid, aggressive strokes that made Azzi cry out.
"Oh god, oh god – P, that's – " Azzi's hands flew to Paige's shoulders, her nails digging in as Paige's fingers pumped relentlessly.
"That's right," Paige growled against her thigh, her fingers curling to hit that perfect spot with every thrust. "You're gonna come again. Right now."
She increased the pace, her hand moving in a blur, her fingers driving deep and hard while her thumb found Azzi's clit and rubbed in tight circles. Azzi was already sensitive from her first orgasm, her whole body trembling and shaking, but Paige didn't slow down – she pushed harder, faster, more intense.
"I can't – P, I can't – " Azzi gasped, her head thrashing against the wall.
"Yes you can," Paige commanded, her voice rough. "Give it to me. Come on my fingers."
It only took a few more hard thrusts before Azzi was coming again, this time with a gush of wetness that soaked Paige's hand and wrist as she squirted all over her fingers.
"Good girl" Paige breathed, looking down at the mess they'd made. "Did you just squirt for me, mama?"
Azzi could only nod, her whole body trembling with aftershocks. Paige was in a trance as she leaned in buried her face between her thighs.
"P, I can't, I just – oh god – "
Paige's tongue found Azzi's clit and sucked hard, her fingers sliding back inside. Azzi was so sensitive, so swollen, and Paige could feel her building again almost immediately.
"Yes you can. My wife went number one, she can do anything in the world," Paige said against her pussy, the vibration making Azzi whimper. "You're gonna give me one more. Gonna come on my tongue this time."
The word "wife" made Azzi moan, her hands fisting in Paige's ponytail. They weren't married, not officially, but after nine years, it felt like the truth. Like a promise.
Paige worked Azzi ruthlessly, her tongue flicking and circling while her fingers curled and thrust. She could taste Azzi's previous orgasms, could feel the way her pussy was clenching and fluttering around her fingers. Azzi's whole body writhed with overstimulation, but Paige didn't stop.
"Come for me," Paige commanded, her voice muffled against Azzi's pussy. "One more, baby. Give me one more."
Azzi came with a broken cry, her hips bucking as she squirted again, this time right into Paige's mouth. Paige moaned at the taste, lapping up every drop, her fingers still pumping to draw out every last aftershock.
When Azzi finally pushed her away, oversensitive and trembling, Paige stood and pulled her into a deep kiss, letting her taste herself on her tongue.
"You're incredible," Paige murmured against her lips. "Absolutely fucking incredible."
They were both flushed and sweaty, Paige's thigh soaked through and Azzi's hair completely ruined. But neither of them cared. They had maybe ten minutes before the stylists would be ready for them, and Paige wasn't about to rush this moment.
Paige grabbed a soft hand towel and gently cleaned between Azzi's thighs, pressing tender kisses to her hip bones as she did. Azzi's legs were still shaky, her breathing still ragged, and she leaned heavily against the marble counter as Paige took care of her.
"Come here," Paige murmured, pulling Azzi into her arms once she was done. She guided her to sit on the edge of the bathroom counter, settling between her thighs and just holding her close. Azzi wrapped her arms around Paige's neck, burying her face in her shoulder, and they stayed like that for a long moment – just breathing together, skin against skin, the afterglow of their orgasms still thrumming through both of them.
Paige ran her hands slowly up and down Azzi's back, pressing soft kisses to her temple, her cheek, her forehead. "You okay, baby?" she asked softly.
"More than okay," Azzi whispered, tilting her head up to kiss Paige properly. It was slow and deep and intimate, nothing like the frantic passion of moments before. "That was – god, P."
"I know," Paige smiled against her lips. "You were so fucking hot."
They stayed wrapped up in each other for another few minutes, Paige's hands never stopping their gentle caresses, Azzi's fingers tracing lazy patterns on Paige's shoulders. Eventually, Azzi's breathing evened out, her heart rate slowing back to normal.
"We should probably get ready," Azzi said reluctantly, though she made no move to leave Paige's arms.
"Yeah," Paige agreed, but she held her for just a moment longer before stepping back. "Come on. Let's get Hayley and Sydnee in here to get you ready."
Once they were both ready, Paige pulled Azzi close one more time, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "Let's go celebrate you, baby."
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The Jordan Brand after-party was in full swing by the time they made their grand entrance. The venue was stunning – a rooftop space with exposed brick walls, dramatic lighting, and a sound system that made Paige's chest vibrate with each bass drop. Everywhere she looked, there were reminders of why they were here: projections of Azzi's college highlights on the walls, custom cocktails named after her signature moves, even ice sculptures of basketballs with "DALLAS WINGS #1 PICK" etched into them.
Azzi was immediately swept up in a whirlwind of congratulations and photo ops. Paige hung back, content to watch her girl shine. And god, did she shine. Azzi had changed into a stunning hot pink mini dress for the party – a custom Coach piece that hugged her curves perfectly and showed off her legs with each step. The color made her glow, made her stand out in the sea of black and neutrals, and Paige couldn't take her eyes off her.
But Paige could also see the signs that no one else would notice. The slight tremor in Azzi's hands when she accepted a champagne flute, the way she kept shifting her weight from foot to foot, the flush that hadn't quite faded from her cheeks. She was still riding the high of those orgasms, still sensitive and wanting, and Paige planned to exploit that mercilessly.
She waited until Azzi had made the rounds, until the initial frenzy had died down and people had started to relax into the party atmosphere. Then she made her move.
The DJ had just transitioned into something slower, something with a heavy, grinding beat that made people pair off on the dance floor. Paige appeared at Azzi's elbow, sliding an arm around her waist.
"Dance with me," she murmured into Azzi's ear.
Azzi turned, and the look in her eyes was pure heat. "You're trouble."
"You love trouble."
They moved onto the dance floor, and Paige immediately pulled Azzi's back against her chest, hands settling on her hips. They swayed to the music, and to anyone watching, it probably looked innocent enough – just two people dancing, celebrating. But Paige's hands were slowly, deliberately sliding lower, her fingers tracing the cutouts in Azzi's outfit, finding bare skin.
"P," Azzi breathed, her head falling back against Paige's shoulder. "People are watching."
"Let them watch." Paige's lips found the shell of Azzi's ear, her tongue tracing the curve. "Let them see how fucking gone you are for me."
She rolled her hips forward, pressing against Azzi's ass in a way that was definitely not innocent. Azzi gasped, her own hips pushing back, seeking more friction.
"That's it," Paige encouraged, one hand splaying across Azzi's stomach, holding her close. "Grind on me, baby. Show me how much you want it."
The music shifted, the beat getting faster, more insistent. Paige matched it with her movements, her hips rolling in a rhythm that had Azzi whimpering. Her other hand slid up, fingers ghosting over the side of Azzi's breast through the fabric.
"You're so fucking fine like this," Paige murmured, loud enough for only Azzi to hear. "Dancing for me, getting yourself all worked up in front of everyone. You want them to know, don't you? Want them to know you're mine?"
"Yes," Azzi gasped, her hand reaching back to tangle in Paige's ponytail. "Yes, I'm yours, P. Only yours."
Paige's hand on Azzi's stomach slid lower, fingers tracing the hem of her dress. She didn't go any further – they were in public, after all, and there were limits even to her boldness – but the promise was there. The threat of what she could do, what she would do, once they were alone.
"I can't wait to get you alone," Paige said, her voice rough with want. "Can't wait to strip you out of this dress and spread you out on that big bed I got for us. Gonna make you come so many times you forget your own name."
Azzi's breath hitched, her body trembling. "P, I can't – if you keep talking like that, I'm going to – "
"Going to what?" Paige's teeth found Azzi's earlobe, biting down gently. "Going to come right here on the dance floor? In front of all these people?"
"Oh my god," Azzi whimpered, and Paige could feel the way her thighs were clenching, the way her whole body was wound tight with need.
She eased off, just a little, her movements becoming less overtly sexual and more just close. Intimate. They swayed together as the song changed, something even slower and more sensual, and Paige pressed a kiss to Azzi's temple.
"You're doing so good, baby," she murmured. "Being so good for me. Just a little longer, and then I'm going to take you apart."
They danced through three more songs, each one an exercise in restraint and anticipation. Paige would build Azzi up, hands wandering and hips grinding, until she could feel her trembling on the edge. Then she'd pull back, leaving Azzi gasping and desperate, before starting the cycle all over again.
By the time they finally left the dance floor, Azzi was a mess – pupils blown wide, skin flushed, breathing uneven. Paige guided her to a quieter corner of the venue, pressing a glass of water into her hands.
"Drink," she commanded gently, and Azzi obeyed, her hands shaking slightly as she brought the glass to her lips.
"You're evil," Azzi said when she'd drained half the glass. "Absolutely evil."
Paige grinned. "You haven't seen anything yet."
"I don't know if I can survive anything more."
"Oh, baby." Paige leaned in, her lips brushing against Azzi's ear. "You're going to survive it. You're going to take everything I give you and beg for more. Because that's what you do. That's what you are for me."
Azzi's eyes fluttered closed, a soft moan escaping her lips. "When can we leave?"
Paige checked her watch. They'd been at the party for just over three hours – more than enough time to let Azzi bask in the celebration she deserved. "Soon. We'll do one more round, make sure you've talked to everyone important, and then we're out of here."
"And then?"
"And then I'm taking you to the penthouse I booked." Paige's hand found Azzi's, their fingers intertwining. "Just you and me, baby. All night long."
The next forty-five minutes were torture for both of them. Azzi had to make small talk with Jordan Brand executives, pose for more photos, give a short speech thanking everyone for their support. Through it all, Paige stayed close, a constant presence at her side, her hand occasionally finding the small of Azzi's back or her hip, reminding her of what was waiting.
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Finally – finally – they were able to slip away. Paige had arranged everything in advance. A private car was waiting at a side entrance, their bags were already sent ahead to the hotel. They slid into the backseat, and the moment the door closed, Azzi was on her.
"Easy," Paige laughed, catching Azzi's wrists as she tried to climb into her lap. "We're almost there. Just a little longer."
"I can't wait any longer," Azzi whimpered, and there were actual tears of frustration in her eyes. "P, please, I need – "
"I know what you need." Paige pulled Azzi against her side, one arm around her shoulders. "And I'm going to give it to you. Every single thing you need and more. But we're going to do this right. In private, where I can take my time with you."
The drive to the hotel felt endless, even though it was only ten minutes. Paige kept Azzi close, pressing kisses to her temple, her cheek, her neck, murmuring promises of what was to come. By the time they pulled up to the hotel, Azzi was practically vibrating with need.
They made it through the lobby and into the elevator without incident, though Paige could feel the curious stares following them. The moment the elevator doors closed, Azzi was pressed against the wall, Paige's mouth on hers in a bruising kiss.
"Penthouse suite," Paige gasped between kisses, somehow managing to hit the right button. "Top floor. Booked it just for us."
"How long?" Azzi's hands were everywhere, tugging at Paige's blazer, sliding under her shirt.
"All night. Til Wednesday if we want." The elevator dinged, and Paige reluctantly pulled away. "Come on. We're here."
The penthouse was everything Paige had hoped for and more. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the New York skyline, a massive king-sized bed with crisp white sheets, a bathroom with a tub big enough for two. But Paige barely registered any of it. All her focus was on Azzi, on the way she stood in the middle of the room looking overwhelmed and desperate and so fucking beautiful it hurt.
"Strip," Paige commanded, her voice low and rough. "Slowly. I want to watch."
Azzi's hands went to the zipper of her dress, and she paused, her eyes meeting Paige's. "You too."
"Fair enough." Paige pulled off her vest, tossing it on a chair. She unbuttoned her shirt with deliberate slowness, watching as Azzi mirrored her movements, sliding the zipper down inch by inch.
They undressed in tandem, a slow reveal that had Paige's mouth going dry. Azzi's dress fell away to reveal a matching set of strapless lingerie in lavender – a delicate, expensive piece that made Azzi look ethereal, almost angelic, before Paige planned to ruin her. Paige's own boxers were simpler, pink and practical, but the way Azzi's eyes glazed over when she saw it made her feel like the sexiest woman alive.
"Come here," Paige said when they were both down to their underwear, and Azzi crossed the room in three quick strides.
They came together in a clash of lips and teeth and desperate hands. Paige walked Azzi backward until her knees hit the bed, and they fell onto it in a tangle of limbs. Paige immediately took control, pinning Azzi's wrists above her head with one hand while the other roamed over her body, relearning every curve and dip.
"I've been thinking about this all night," Paige murmured against Azzi's collarbone, her teeth scraping over the delicate skin. "Thinking about all the ways I'm going to make you come. All the ways I'm going to wreck you. You're mine tonight, baby. All mine."
"Please," Azzi whimpered, her hips already rolling up, seeking friction. "Please, P, I need – "
"I know what you need." Paige released Azzi's wrists and sat back, taking in the sight of her spread out on the bed, chest heaving, eyes dark with want. "But first, I have something for you."
She climbed off the bed and went to her bag, pulling out a long black box. When she opened it, Azzi's eyes went wide.
Inside was a strap-on, but not just any strap-on. It was a deep, rich purple and along the side, written in delicate pink script, was Azzi's name. But that wasn't all. Paige held it up, showing Azzi the small control panel at the base.
"It heats up," Paige explained, her voice thick with anticipation. "And it vibrates. Multiple settings, multiple intensities. I can control it all." She set the box aside, pulled her boxers off, and began fastening the harness around her hips, adjusting the straps until it sat perfectly. "I had it custom made. Just for you. Just for tonight."
"Oh my god," Azzi breathed, her eyes fixed on the toy. "P, that's – "
"Too much?"
"Perfect. It's perfect." Azzi sat up, reaching out to touch it, her fingers tracing over her own name. "You did this for me?"
“Mhmm,” Paige hummed. “You want it?”
Azzi’s hand tightened around the silicone with a nod.
"Then lie back," Paige said, her voice dropping into that commanding tone that always made Azzi shiver. "And let me take care of you."
Azzi obeyed, settling back against the pillows. Paige took her time, kissing her way down Azzi's body, pausing to lavish attention on her breasts, her stomach, her hips. When she reached the apex of Azzi's thighs, she hooked her fingers in the waistband of the lavender lace and slowly – so slowly – pulled them down.
"Fuck," Paige breathed, taking in the sight of Azzi spread out before her, already glistening with arousal. "You're so wet, baby. So ready for me. You belong to me, don't you?"
"Yes," Azzi whimpered. "Yes, P. I'm yours."
"That's right." Paige leaned in, her tongue tracing through Azzi's folds in one long, slow lick. "Mine. My wife. My perfect girl."
Azzi's hips bucked off the bed, a broken moan escaping her lips.
"Shh." Paige pressed a hand to Azzi's stomach, holding her down. "I'm going to take my time with you. Going to taste every inch of you."
And she did. She explored Azzi with her tongue, finding all the spots that made her gasp and writhe. She circled her clit with the tip of her tongue, then sucked it into her mouth, hard. Azzi's hands fisted in the sheets, her whole body trembling.
"That's it," Paige encouraged, sliding two fingers inside. "Let me hear you, baby. Let me hear how good I make you feel."
Azzi was beyond words, reduced to incoherent moans and gasps as Paige worked her higher and higher. Her fingers curled, finding that spot inside that made Azzi see stars, while her tongue continued its assault on her clit.
"I'm – oh god, P, I'm going to – "
"Come for me," Paige commanded, and Azzi did, her whole body going rigid as pleasure crashed through her. But Paige didn't stop. She kept her fingers moving, kept her tongue working, and within seconds Azzi was coming again, this time with a gush of wetness that soaked Paige's face and hand.
"Holy fuck," Paige breathed, pulling back to look at the mess they'd made. "You're so fucking perfect when you squirt for me."
Azzi was crying now, tears streaming down her face as she gasped for breath. "I can't – it's too much – "
"You can," Paige assured her, crawling up her body to kiss her deeply. "You can take it, baby. You belong to me, and I decide when you're done. You can take everything I give you."
She reached for the control panel on the strap, turning on the heating function. The toy warmed in her hand, and she positioned herself between Azzi's thighs.
"Ready?" she asked, and when Azzi nodded, she slowly pushed inside.
The moan that escaped Azzi's lips was obscene, her back arching off the bed as she was filled. Paige went slow, giving her time to adjust, watching her face for any sign of discomfort. But there was only pleasure, only need, only desperate want.
"Move," Azzi gasped, her legs wrapping around Paige's waist. "Please, P, move – "
Paige started with slow, deep thrusts, letting Azzi feel every inch of the heated toy. The warmth was clearly affecting her, her moans getting louder with each stroke.
"Feel good?" Paige asked, though she already knew the answer.
Paige had no intention of stopping. She picked up the pace, her hips snapping forward in a steady rhythm. The harness was designed to provide friction against her own clit with each thrust, and she could already feel her own pleasure building.
"Touch yourself," she commanded, and Azzi's hand immediately went to her clit, her fingers rubbing tight circles. "That's it. Make yourself come on my dick. Show me you're mine."
The dirty talk pushed Azzi over the edge, her third orgasm of the night ripping through her. Her pussy clenched around the toy, and Paige groaned at the sight of her falling apart.
"Good girl," Paige praised, not slowing down. "Now give me one more."
"P, I can't – "
"You can." Paige's voice was firm, commanding. "You're mine, baby. You do what I tell you. And I'm telling you to give me one more."
She reached for the control panel again, this time turning on the vibration function. The toy came to life, buzzing against Azzi's inner walls, and her eyes flew open in shock.
"Oh my god, oh my god, P, I can't – "
"You can," Paige insisted, increasing the intensity. "You're going to come for me again, Azzi. You're going to come because you belong to me and I own your pleasure."
She fucked Azzi hard and fast, the vibrations adding a new dimension to the pleasure. Azzi was sobbing now, tears streaming down her face, her whole body shaking with the intensity of it all.
"P, please, I'm going to – "
"Do it," Paige growled. "Come for me. Soak my dick."
Azzi's fourth orgasm was explosive, her whole body convulsing as she squirted again, the wetness coating Paige's thighs and the sheets beneath them. Paige's own orgasm hit her like a freight train, the friction from the harness and the sight of Azzi falling apart combining to send her over the edge.
"Fuck, fuck, Az – " She rode out her climax, her hips still moving, drawing out both their pleasure until they were both gasping and trembling.
But she didn't turn off the vibrations. She didn't pull out. Instead, she kept fucking Azzi, kept the toy buzzing inside her, pushing her into overstimulation.
"P, please, I can't – no more – "
"One more," Paige demanded, her voice rough. "Give me one more, baby. I know you can."
Azzi was crying harder now, her whole body trembling with overstimulation and exhaustion. But Paige could feel her building again, could feel the way her walls were starting to flutter despite her protests.
"That's it," she encouraged, adjusting the angle to hit that spot inside that made Azzi see stars. "I can feel you getting close. You're mine, baby. Your pleasure is mine. Give me one more."
Azzi's fifth orgasm tore through her with surprising intensity, her body going rigid before collapsing back onto the bed. She squirted again, a smaller gush that nonetheless left the sheets even more soaked.
Paige finally turned off the vibrations but left the heating function on, pulling out slowly. Azzi whimpered at the loss, her hands reaching for Paige.
"I've got you," Paige murmured, gathering her into her arms. "I've got you, baby."
They lay there for a few minutes, just breathing, just holding each other. Paige pressed kisses to Azzi's tear-stained face, murmuring words of praise and love.
"You did so good," she whispered. "So fucking good for me. I'm so proud of you."
"I love you," Azzi said, her voice hoarse from screaming. "I love you so much."
"I love you too." Paige kissed her softly. "But we're not done yet."
Azzi's eyes widened. "P, I can't – "
"You can." Paige's hand slid down Azzi's body, finding her clit. She was swollen and sensitive, and even the lightest touch made her gasp. "Please baby? I just want you to feel good. Need to give me one more."
"I don't think I can – "
"You will." Paige's voice was gentle, but commanding.
She worked Azzi's clit with expert precision, knowing exactly how much pressure to apply, exactly what rhythm to use. Azzi was so sensitive that it only took a few minutes before she was coming again, her sixth orgasm of the night tearing through her with almost painful intensity.
"Good girl," Paige praised, still not letting up. "Now give me one more. Just one more, baby."
"I can't, I can't, P, please – "
"You can." Paige slid two fingers inside, curling them to hit that spot while her thumb continued to work Azzi's clit. "Come on, Az. One more. Be a good girl and give me one more."
Azzi was crying harder now, her whole body trembling with overstimulation and exhaustion. But Paige could feel her building again, could feel the way her walls were starting to flutter.
"That's it," she encouraged. "I can feel you getting close. Let go, baby. Let go for me. You're mine. All mine."
Azzi's seventh orgasm was almost painful in its intensity, her body going completely rigid before collapsing back onto the bed. She squirted one more time, a smaller gush that nonetheless left her thighs and the sheets soaked.
"No more," she sobbed, her hands weakly pushing at Paige's. "Please, P, no more, I can't – "
"Okay," Paige soothed, immediately withdrawing her hand. "Okay, baby, you're done. You did so good. So fucking good."
She quickly removed the harness, setting it aside, and gathered Azzi into her arms. Azzi was still crying, her whole body shaking with aftershocks and emotion.
"Shh," Paige murmured, rocking her gently. "I've got you. You're okay. You're safe. You're mine, and I've got you."
"That was – I've never – " Azzi couldn't seem to form complete sentences, her mind still foggy with pleasure.
"I know." Paige kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her lips. "You were perfect. Absolutely perfect. My perfect little wife."
They stayed like that for a long time, Paige holding Azzi while she came down from the intensity of what they'd just done. Eventually, Azzi's breathing evened out, her tears slowing.
"How are you feeling?" Paige asked softly.
"Like I just had a hundred orgasms," Azzi said with a weak laugh. "I can't feel my legs. Or my brain. I think you broke me."
"In a good way?"
"In the best way." Azzi tilted her head up, her eyes meeting Paige's. "That was – I don't even have words for what that was."
"Good." Paige grinned. "Because I'm not done with you yet."
"P, I literally cannot – "
"Not tonight," Paige assured her. "Tonight, you rest. But tomorrow morning," Her hand slid down to cup Azzi's ass. "Tomorrow morning, I'm going to wake you up with my tongue between your legs. And then I'm going to fuck you in the shower. And then – "
"Okay, okay, I get it," Azzi laughed, swatting at her. "You're insatiable."
"Only for you." Paige kissed her deeply. "Only ever for you."
But even as she said it, she could feel her own need building again. She'd only come twice, and her body was demanding more. As if reading her mind, Azzi's hand slid down between them, finding Paige's clit.
"Your turn," Azzi murmured, her fingers already working in tight circles.
"Az, you don't have to – "
"I want to." Azzi pushed Paige onto her back, settling between her legs. "You took care of me. Now let me take care of you."
Paige wanted to protest, wanted to insist that tonight was about Azzi, but the moment Azzi's tongue made contact with her clit, all thoughts fled her mind. She groaned, her hips bucking up into Azzi's mouth.
"Fuck, just like that – "
Azzi worked her with single-minded determination, and despite her exhaustion, her technique was flawless. Her tongue traced slow, deliberate circles around Paige's clit, alternating between broad, flat strokes and tight, focused flicks. She knew exactly what Paige liked, knew exactly how to build her up.
She sealed her lips around Paige's clit and sucked, hard, and Paige's hands flew to Azzi's hair, holding her in place. "Yes, fuck, just like that, baby – "
Azzi moaned against her, the vibration sending sparks of pleasure through Paige's body. She slid two fingers inside, curling them to hit Paige's g-spot with each thrust. Azzi was perfect – the wet heat of her mouth on her clit, the perfect pressure of her fingers inside, the obscene wet sounds filling the room.
"You're so good at this," Paige panted, her hips starting to rock against Azzi's face. "So fucking good with your mouth. Love the way you eat my pussy, baby. Love watching you between my legs."
Azzi responded by increasing her pace, her fingers pumping faster while her tongue worked relentlessly. She alternated between sucking Paige's clit into her mouth and flicking it with the tip of her tongue, finding that perfect rhythm that had Paige's thighs starting to shake.
Paige could feel her orgasm building, could feel the tension coiling low in her belly. Azzi's free hand slid up her body, finding her breast and pinching her nipple, and that extra stimulation pushed her closer to the edge.
"Fuck, baby, I'm close," Paige gasped, her grip tightening in Azzi's hair. "Don't stop, don't fucking stop – "
Azzi didn't stop. She kept the same pace, the same pressure, her tongue and fingers working in perfect harmony. She added a third finger, stretching Paige wider, and the fullness combined with the relentless assault on her clit was too much.
Paige's orgasm crashed over her like a wave, her whole body going rigid as pleasure exploded through her. Her thighs clamped around Azzi's head, holding her in place as she ground down against her face, riding out every last tremor. Azzi's tongue never stopped moving, drawing out the pleasure until Paige was gasping and trembling.
"Jesus Christ," Paige breathed when she could finally speak again, her whole body still tingling with aftershocks. "That was – fuck, baby, that was incredible."
Azzi crawled up her body, her lips glistening with Paige's arousal, and kissed her deeply. Paige could taste herself on Azzi's tongue, could feel the satisfied smile against her lips.
"Good?" Azzi asked, her voice hoarse but pleased.
"So good." Paige pulled her down for another kiss, tasting herself on Azzi's lips. "But I'm still not satisfied."
"No?"
"No." Paige rolled them over, pinning Azzi beneath her. "I want to come while I'm inside you. Want to feel you wrapped around me while I fall apart."
"P, I don't think I can come again – "
"You don't have to." Paige reached for the harness, fastening it back around her hips. "Just let me feel you. Let me be inside you."
She turned the heating function back on but left the vibrations off, not wanting to overstimulate Azzi. When she pushed inside, they both moaned at the sensation – Azzi at being filled again, Paige at the way the harness pressed against her clit.
"You feel so good," Paige breathed, starting to move. "So tight and wet and perfect. Mine. All mine."
She set a slow, deep rhythm, more focused on her own pleasure now than on driving Azzi to another orgasm. But Azzi was responsive as always, her hips rising to meet each thrust, her hands gripping Paige's ass to pull her deeper.
"Come for me," Azzi whispered, and the role reversal – Azzi giving the commands – sent a thrill through Paige. "Want to feel you come inside me."
Paige's rhythm faltered, her movements becoming erratic as her orgasm approached. "Az, I'm – "
"I know. I can tell." Azzi's hands slid up to cup Paige's face, forcing her to meet her eyes. "Let go, P. Come for me."
Paige's third orgasm hit her hard, her entire body shuddering as waves of pleasure crashed over her. She buried her face in Azzi's neck, muffling her cries against her skin, her hips still moving in small, jerky thrusts as she rode it out.
When she finally stilled, they were both breathing hard, covered in sweat and other fluids, completely wrecked.
"Okay," Paige said after a moment. "Now I'm satisfied."
Azzi laughed, the sound tired but happy. "Good. Because I don't think I could move if the building was on fire."
Paige carefully pulled out and removed the harness, setting it aside to be cleaned later. She grabbed a towel from the bathroom and gently cleaned them both up, pressing soft kisses to Azzi's skin as she did.
"Come on," she said when they were both relatively clean. "Let's get under the covers."
They crawled under the sheets, and Azzi immediately curled into Paige's side, her head on her chest, one leg thrown over Paige's hips.
"Best draft night ever," Azzi murmured, already half-asleep.
Paige smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "Best night ever, period."
"Love you, P."
"Love you too, Az. So fucking much."
Within minutes, Azzi was asleep, her breathing deep and even. Paige stayed awake a little longer, just holding her, marveling at how lucky she was. Tomorrow, Azzi would be pulled away from her for endless photoshoots and interviews.
But tonight – tonight was just theirs. And Paige planned to make the most of every second.
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Paige woke to soft golden light filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting the penthouse suite in shades of amber and rose. For a moment, she just lay there, listening to Azzi's steady breathing, feeling the warm weight of her pressed against her side.
She turned her head to look at her – really look at her. Azzi was still fast asleep, her face peaceful and relaxed in a way it hadn't been in weeks leading up to the draft. Her hair was a mess, spread across the pillow in dark waves. And her skin. Paige's eyes traced the constellation of marks she'd left – faint bruises blooming along Azzi's neck, her collarbone, the curve of her breasts. Evidence of the night they'd shared, of how thoroughly Paige had claimed her.
Mine, she thought, that familiar possessive warmth spreading through her chest. All mine.
Carefully, so as not to wake her, Paige slipped out of bed. Azzi stirred slightly but didn't wake, just curled into the warm spot Paige had left behind. Paige smiled and padded naked into the bathroom.
The tub was massive – easily big enough for two – with jets and a view of the city. Paige turned on the water, adjusting the temperature until it was perfectly hot, then added some of the luxury bath oil the hotel had provided. The scent of lavender and vanilla filled the air as steam began to rise.
While the tub filled, she went back to the bedroom. Azzi was still asleep, one arm stretched across Paige's pillow now, her face buried in it. The sight made Paige's heart clench with affection.
"Az," she murmured, sitting on the edge of the bed and running her fingers through Azzi's hair. "Baby, wake up."
Azzi made a soft sound of protest, burrowing deeper into the pillow.
"Come on," Paige coaxed, leaning down to press kisses along her shoulder. "I ran you a bath."
That got her attention. Azzi's eyes fluttered open, still heavy with sleep. "A bath?"
"Mhmm. Thought you might be sore after last night."
Azzi stretched, then winced. "Everything hurts," she admitted. "But in the best way."
"Come on." Paige stood and held out her hand. "Let me take care of you."
Azzi took her hand and let Paige pull her up. She was unsteady on her feet, and Paige held her under her knees as she walked them to the bathroom.
"Oh my god," Azzi breathed when she saw the tub, already half-full and steaming. "P, this is perfect."
"Only the best for the number one draft pick." Paige helped her step into the tub, then climbed in behind her, settling against the back and pulling Azzi between her legs.
Azzi sank back against Paige's chest with a contented sigh, her head resting on Paige's shoulder. The hot water enveloped them both, soothing sore muscles and washing away the remnants of the night before.
"This is heaven," Azzi murmured, her eyes closing.
Paige wrapped her arms around Azzi's waist, holding her close. "You deserve it. You deserve everything."
They sat in comfortable silence for a while, just soaking in the warmth, the steam rising around them. Paige pressed soft kisses to Azzi's temple, her cheek, the side of her neck – gentle and tender, so different from the bruising kisses of last night.
"I can't believe we're really doing this," Azzi said eventually, her voice soft and dreamy. "Both of us in Dallas. Playing together."
"I know." Paige's hand found Azzi's under the water, their fingers intertwining. "I've been thinking about it all year. Watching you play at UConn, knowing you'd be joining me here, it felt like a dream."
"And now it's real." Azzi turned her head slightly, just enough to meet Paige's eyes. "We're going to be teammates, P. You running the point, me at the two. Can you imagine?"
"I've imagined it about a thousand times." Paige smiled. "You're going to be the best shooter in the league, Az. I know it."
"And you're already one of the best guards in the WNBA." Azzi squeezed her hand. "We're going to be unstoppable together."
"Damn right we are." Paige kissed her shoulder. "Championships, All-Star games, the whole thing. We're going to take over this league."
Azzi laughed softly. "I love how confident you are."
"I'm confident in us." Paige's arms tightened around her. "On the court and off it."
They fell quiet again, the only sound the gentle lapping of water against the sides of the tub. Paige traced lazy patterns on Azzi's stomach, her touch soothing rather than arousing.
"What are you thinking about?" Azzi asked after a while.
"Our life here," Paige admitted. "I've been looking at houses. Found a few places I think you'd love. Big windows, lots of light. Close to where the practice facility will be."
"We're really going to live together." Azzi's voice was full of wonder. "Like, officially. Not just staying at each other's dorms, but actually sharing a home."
"Is that okay?" Paige asked, suddenly uncertain. "I mean, I know we've talked about it, but if you want your own space – "
"No." Azzi turned in the tub, water sloshing as she shifted to face Paige, straddling her lap. Her hands came up to cup Paige's face. "I want to live with you. I missed waking up next to you every morning. I want lazy Sundays in bed and cooking dinner together and fighting over what movie to watch. I want all of it."
Paige's heart felt too big for her chest. "Yeah?"
"Yeah." Azzi leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. "I want mornings like this. Just us, no rush, nowhere to be. Just being together."
"We can have that," Paige promised. "We’ll have all the time in the world. Sleep in, make breakfast, spend the whole day doing nothing if we want."
"Sounds perfect." Azzi settled back against Paige's chest, the water warm around them. "And we should get another dog."
Paige laughed. "A new dog?"
"Yeah. A big one. Something we can take on runs, bring to the park." Azzi's voice was getting that dreamy quality again. "Stewie will need a friend."
"Okay," Paige agreed easily. "We'll get a dog. I want to name him Kyrie."
Azzi pulled back to look at her, eyebrows raised. "Kyrie? Really?"
"What? It's a good name!"
"You're so obsessed with him." But Azzi was smiling, her eyes soft with affection. "Fine. We'll get a dog named Kyrie. He'll probably have better handles than half the league."
"Damn right he will." Paige grinned. "I'll train him myself."
They both laughed, and then Azzi was kissing her again, slow and sweet. When they pulled apart, she rested her forehead against Paige's.
"What else?" she whispered. "What else do you see for us?"
Paige's hands slid up Azzi's back, holding her close. "Everything," she said honestly. "I see us winning championships. I see us at All-Star games, playing on the same team. I see us coming home after practice and collapsing on the couch together. I see lazy mornings and late nights and everything in between."
"And after later?" Azzi asked softly.
Paige knew what she was really asking. They'd talked about it before, in whispers late at night, but never quite like this – never with their whole future spread out before them like a promise.
"Kids," Paige said, her voice steady and sure. "I see us with kids. Maybe four, maybe five. Little ones running around, driving us crazy."
"They'll play basketball," Azzi said, a smile in her voice.
"Obviously. Our own starting five. And they'll go to UConn."
"Obviously." Azzi laughed. "God, can you imagine? Our kids wearing UConn jerseys, walking under our names in the hallway."
"They'll be unstoppable," Paige said. "With your shooting and my court vision? They won't stand a chance."
"We're getting way ahead of ourselves," Azzi murmured, but she didn't sound like she minded.
"Maybe." Paige pressed a kiss to her temple. "But I like thinking about it. Our future. Everything we're going to build together."
"Me too." Azzi's arms wrapped around Paige's neck, holding her tight. "I love you so much, P. Sometimes I can't believe this is real. That I get to have you and basketball and this whole life we're building."
"It's real," Paige promised, her voice thick with emotion. "And I love you too. More than anything."
They stayed like that for a long time, wrapped around each other in the cooling water, steam still rising around them. Eventually, Paige reached over and turned on the hot water again, warming the bath back up.
"We should probably get out eventually," Azzi said, though she made no move to do so.
"Eventually," Paige agreed. "But not yet. Let's just stay here a little longer."
"Okay." Azzi settled back against her chest, perfectly content. "Just a little longer."
The coming months would be hectic. They’d ask for more of Azzi than she’d ever had to give. They would pour all of themselves into this team. Make everyone more disciplined under their leadership.
And Paige knew, with absolute certainty, that their journey was going to be amazing.
𑣲 SUMMARY azzi is waiting for paige in nothing but her tshirt and her panties on.
𑣲 WARNINGS sexual content. munch!p(fav) hairpulling. spit. alil bit of plot. breeding kink? mommy/daddy use. sexting?in a way. strap sucking.
𑣲 AUTHORS NOTE a nasty lil short something for my pazzi feelers. this is also NOT ongoing, sweet and simple!
𑣲 WORD COUNT 3.9K
𑣲 TAGS this is dedicated to my favoriteeeeee @pearlydollsworld, i hope you loveeee queennnnn.
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Azzi Fudd despised being bored. It was a little ironic how the number 1 pick in the draft still ached for that quiet lifestyle at times, making her want to consume that lonesome for what it was. It made her no better that she wasn’t found of to much attention anyway, she frayed away from it indefinitely and was taught to be true to herself, it’s what got her paid. It’s what kept her in the 2-bedroom condo at the heart of Uptown Dallas, fresh paint and plush carpeting that was her absolute favorite. The environment was new to her and she missed the family she had awaiting her back home but she loved the lonesome—until, it reached the point of boredom. Azzi laid on her stomach, her legs crossed at the ankles as she scrolled throughout her Instagram timeline.
It was a Saturday, quiet frank and hair wash day, she decided to stay inside. The stress it would’ve took to get dressed and made sure her hair stayed in check would’ve been to much for her making her stay inside in nothing but a fitted white tank, said tank cuffing her chest just right making the girls sit up nice and the laced black Victoria Secret panties she threw on after a much needed shower. Azzi had blown her hair out making it wavy against her back now, she couldn’t put it up just yet, letting it breathe before she wrapped it.
The grey sheets she had beneath her were ridded underneath her body, she continuously tossed and turned against her sheets with her legs sprawled beneath her. Azzi had a comfortable spot on her stomach now, her palm holding her pretty face up with her long legs drifting up and down, still wrapped at the ankles. The season was only beginning, the hectic practices but memorable moments was what Azzi did it for. It was the silence of the night that always got to her, she hated to admit it but she missed the chaotic noises the dorms left behind. It was like a part of her still remained in Storrs all the while she was conquering Dallas, day by day.
The lighting in her bedroom remained low nonetheless, a small shaded lamp sitting on her nightstand that contrasted a golden glow upon her face. Azzi thumb lifted first with seeing the notification slide down the top of her phone, her brown hues went over it a few times as she sat up accordingly to her elbows.
p baby
you’re no fun. 11:28PM
The text was immediate to make a smile spread across her face, she lasted a hour and a half before she texted her. Paige still decided to spend the night with a few of the women from the team, the last she knew that they were going to a few bars in town. Azzi though just couldn’t vision herself in that tonight; Azzi let the blonde go willingly even though she pressed to stay in with her, she actually made her get dressed and go out. Azzi didn’t plan on changing the life she was already living before she came, besides, she knew where Paige would be spending the rest of her night.
excuse me? 11:29PM
Paige responded within minutes.
p baby
yk everybody wanted to see you. they don’t bite 11:31PM
but do you? 11:31PM
Azzi couldn’t even fake it, she didn’t even bother to exit the thread with waiting on the next text. The text continued to come through, her eyes going over the message a few times before she responded.
p baby
only if your good 11:31PM
The red in her cheeks couldn’t be missed, a giggle falling from her lips as she twirled her hips so she could lie to her back. Azzi legs still resting beneath her, both hands holding her phone securely as she replied back like a schoolgirl in bed after hours.
i had my fun before i came. i needed no distractions. my bed treats me much much better. 11:33PM
p baby
really? show me 11:33PM
Azzi thought about it, her tongue going over her lips as she thought. The girl barley said anything but Azzi already felt her abdomen heating below her as her chest slowly rose and fell with her eyes sat on the text, her eyes slowly peered down to her attire seeing her shiny body that still appeared moisturized with the low lighting. Azzi stomach was flat with a tight and fit figure, she had been moving around all day long, her bed being more comfortable was an understatement. The girl was turning over to her side a bit, pressing the camera option in the messages and soon as the photo registered was when she lifted the silver iPhone 17 a bit higher.
The angle was perfect, giving a view of her toned body that was normally hidden beneath her clothes, the silver of her belly piercing catching in the camera. The picture giving her a small outline of her panties that was strapped to her waist, her chest though was fully in the photo, still sitting up nicely as she laid there comfortably again after pressing send on the photo. Azzi didn’t even have to analyze it, she pressed that blue button and watched the message send through. Azzi watched how the girl read over it within seconds, if that, it amazed her how she was literally spending time out but was glued to her phone now. It was only a few seconds going by before Paige replied, another smile coming to her face at the view of it.
p baby
stay just like that 11:35PM
Damn, that was quick. Azzi thought, the blonde was leaving no room for any other commentary. It excited her, her thighs squeezing tightly together making her thumbs move mindlessly with nothing but the truth just to watch it send.
i’ll be waiting. 11:35PM
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Azzi got a set of three keys which all of them are now gone. One was to her parents, one was kept for her, that last key though was for her special someone. The sound of the front door opening fulfilled her ears making eyes lift firstly to see her making it in a twenty-minute span, she let her phone glide out of her hands whilst leaning up to her knees at the sound of her shoes inching closer down the hallway now. It was a lengthy walk, the hallway was probably the longest part about the space but as soon as she came around the corner, Azzi was already smiling.
Paige leaned against the threshold, stepping out of her white Jordan’s by firstly pulling the lace before they fell to the floor.
Paige had kept the drinking to a minimum, she probably took two shots flat but couldn’t worry about much of anything else at the sight of Azzi. The girl was sitting up on her knees towards the edge of the bed now, her arms spreading for Paige to walk into her embrace. “What took you so long?” Azzi questioned her but Paige still found her lips first, her arms wrapping around her tight to press her against her body whilst her lips moved against her own. The kiss was deep, both lips moving at that slow pace that had their lips dragging against one another’s. “Had to grab something.” Paige murmured, a hand moving from the embrace to grab Azzi’s wrist and she let her guide her to the middle of her pants to feel the length that rested there.
“I want it.” Azzi breathed against her mouth, her tongue dragging against the pink of her bottom lip whilst her hands started at the zipper of the black jumpsuit she wore. “Can I have it baby?” Azzi pulled at the zipper to show the black beater she wore underneath the jacket that looked freshly crisped, her hands going to push the jacket off her completely, squeezing at her biceps as it dropped to the floor. Paige nodded her head, dazed with the beauty that was leaning to her knees to pull at the sweats she wore, the girl was wasting no time to get Paige undressed completely and she let her strip her of everything she wore.
“You look so good.” Paige couldn’t help the words as they fell, her being able to see Azzi up close like this was taking her there. Azzi nipples were hard against her shirt, a pretty smile on her lips at the sound of the compliment. “You look better.” Azzi was inching off the bed so her knees could go to the floor, two pointer fingers to pull the sweats down her legs and making her step out of them. The boxers had went next—slowly though, a single finger catching onto the front just to pull them down and the clear strap springing out was a good 8inches with a curve forming at the tip.
“This lets you feel it too?” Paige was licking over her lips, her head slowly nodding. Azzi’s tongue came out firstly, lining from the base all the way to the tip just for her mouth to open wider for it and pushing it past her lips. Paige picked this one specifically with the dual harness making the small bullet insert inside of her, as soon as she felt the pressure from Azzi’s throat, her breath caught in a soft moan. Azzi eyes flicked upwards, pulling her head back to stick out her tongue, slapping the silicone against her pink tongue just to thrust her head forward again and take it into her mouth.
The repeating stimulation of it making Paige shudder, a weakness forming in her legs because of Azzi unstopping, she was pressing back against that pressure as the tip repeatedly found her throat. “Oh fuckk—Azzi, shitt” Paige hips rutting against the pressure as well, her legs leaning her forward making both hands reach the bed and Azzi head going back to rest against the edge of it to let Paige hips move accordingly. The spit cornering at her lips, leaving a mess on her face. “Show me baby show me how nasty you can get” The words was making Azzi moan against it, she could feel her clit pulsing between her legs from the anticipation as they were both braces wide from the position.
She wanted it so bad. Paige could cum easy just off the look in her eyes as her brown hues found her blue ones but Paige was pulling back now, a long breath falling from Azzi’s lips but Paige was leaning down to kiss her spit slicked mouth. Azzi had spit dripping from her chin to her chest, making a mess of the once cleaned tee she wore but Azzi couldn’t complain. Paige was pulling her up by her arms just to find her mouth again, her mouth sucking her bottom lip in easy making Azzi moan against her lips.
Paige tongue came out as their lips broke, the string of spit connecting briefly before it broke, they both were heaving face to face before Paige spun her and gave her a push making her fall forward towards the bed. Azzi knees stood straight beneath her, her arms going forward as her back arched deep like she knew Paige wanted just enough for her stomach to kiss her grey sheets. Paige hands came up gracefully, gripping the meat of her ass just to lean down a press a soft kiss to her back. “Good girl.” Azzi looked like sin, her shirt bunched at her waist now while Paige used her fingers to pull her panties down her legs. Paige tugged at the flimsy fabric, coming down to a single knee, a singular hand spreading her ass open as she let the spit fall from her tongue to gaze her pussy.
Azzi bringing both her arms underneath her to lay on them now, her lips parting with a shaky breath. “Paige, pleasee. I waited for you baby.” Instead of taking her tongue, it was her ring and middle finger that found her entrance with ease making her slip inside to about half her finger before she pulled it back out, slowly spreading those two fingers in a trance with the way her pussy left them. “I know, such a good girl for waiting on me.” Paige spoke gently, her fingers going in again making Azzi moan loudly from the stretch, Azzi stretching her own fingers to touch her lips in hopes to contain her loud noises.
Paige moaned at her pussy taking both fingers fully, her bottom lip going between her teeth as she thrusted them in and out of her system. It was a repeating motion that had Azzi moaning each time her fingers breached deeper, her hips rocking back against the pressure Paige was building. Azzi felt like she could come exactly off those small thrust, the girls fingers thrusting slowly but rammed inside of her with a different type of pressure, her hips rocking was making them hit deeper. The hand that held her open, now being the one to slap her ass making Azzi freeze as her fingers picked up. “Stop moving.” Paige reminded her, that hand coming to her hip to keep her locked in place before pulling her fingers back.
“Paige—,” Azzi protested faded soon as her legs started to cower and lean forward at Paige feasting on her pussy. Her mouth found her clit, holding it there whilst her tongue moved back and forth against it. Her tongue being a constant massage to her core that grew wetter every time her mouth moved against it, she hummed at the sweet taste Azzi was leaving on her tongue.
Paige could feel the wetter she continued to get with dragging her tongue flat against the mess she was making, licking upwards to plunge her tongue deep inside of her, holding it straight so she felt it. A thumb coming underneath her to rub messy circles against her clit—Azzi was losing it, her strength slipping through her fingers as her eyes pushed towards the back of her head. “Shitttttt” She cried, Paige wouldn’t move her mouth for a second, it was all consuming with the way she ate her out. Her entire top half falling to rest against her bedding with her hips down still propped up, Paige’s mouth finding her pearl again to suck on it.
Azzi gasped into the sheets, she couldn’t hold it if she tried. “I’m cumming—fuuck I’m—,” She whispered but she knew she heard her from the way Paige’s mouth moved against her clit again, humming into it with another slap to her ass. It made the string snap, her first one tonight that she felt reach her toes as her body burned with pleasure. It made her skin heat, her heart pound as she came down, a soft yelp from Paige standing to her feet now and pulling her back up accordingly.
Paige tongue came out to slowly drag against her bottom lip, her feet planted into the floor as she used the tip to play with her clit. “You’ll gimmie another?” The insertion that was inside of her was a slippery mess between her legs but she had yet to cum, the pressure was making her dizzy with it though making a single knee came to the bed with her hand lining her up. “Mmhmm” Azzi breathed making Paige eyes flick up this time as she eased inside of her, her hands gripping the sheets now as her toes curled.
“Yes yes, yes baby” Azzi chanted with her hands underneath her again with being able to hold herself up now but Paige had a tight grip on her waist; watching her take every last inch she gave her, the thrust extra sharp every time she slammed into her. “Baby—baby slow down” Azzi breathed as she leaned up with a single hand holding herself steady, her other hand going back to Paige’s wrist to hold her there. Paige looked up at her blissed out face, watching her tongue go over her lips and doey eyes watching her thrust return to a slower place, dragging the length achingly slow.
“Like this?” Paige asked her, just to watch her eyes closed and body drop against the bed again. The girth of it pushing inside of her each time was making her feel each movement she made but Azzi gasped sharply at Paige pulling her hair back into a ponytail that fit in her hand making her head lift up from her bed, holding it tight in her grip as her strokes start to speed up again making her body push forward with each thrust. “Don’t stop looking at me.” Paige watched her face pout in pleasure again, her eyes fluttering now but lowed in lust as she fought to keep them open.
“Baby—babyy I’m a cum like that” Paige whispered out, she couldn’t hold it back anymore if she wanted to, that part in her stomach becoming more hallowed from the slow movements explaining her speed. Azzi eyes opened, her pussy squelching at the sound of her voice in her head, her hand easing up her wrist to grip her forearm. “Cum with me then daddy—please baby, you can do it inside of me” Paige exhaled at her words, she was snapping her hips into her now with the sound forming between the two as Paige fucked her in a position she couldn’t do nothing in but take it.
“Yeah? You gone have my babies?” Azzi head went up and down immediately being unable to form any words at her plowing inside of her, finally letting the feeling wash over her now as she felt that snap again in her abdomen. Paige rhythm was becoming messy letting Azzi knew she came as well, her stroke pattern slowing eventually and giving her one last long stroke that filled her to the hilt before she pulled out. Paige was turning her body though so that she could lay back beside her—as soon as she laid down, she was grabbing Azzi’s strengthless body to make her move on top of her.
Azzi moaned at the strap gliding across her clit as she settled down onto her lap, her pussy pressing against the length whilst her mouth opened for Paige’s lips as she kissed her. The kiss itself slow this time before it built to something messier, in a way making Azzi core throb again with need, giving her that certain stamina through the kiss that she needed. Azzi was ready again, her head tilting left to follow the correct pace that Paige was setting now with Paige’s hands easing up her sides to bunch the tee up completely. “Put it in baby please” Paige spoke against her lips as Azzi continued to lazily kiss into her open mouth, her hand coming down in between them as her hips lifted.
Their kiss had to break completely as she settled upwards; Paige pushing her tee up high enough for her chest to spring out, as soon as her tongue ran flat against her nipple, the feeling made her freeze and with shaking legs as she started to pull at it with her teeth just to soothe it with her tongue again. Azzi head tilted down to watch her as her tongue glided from one nipple towards the other, leaving a trail behind her movements, sucking the opposite one into her mouth with no hands. “Oh my God” Azzi head tilted back her hand gripping the length just as her entrance caught onto it, her hair frizzed from the heat and flowing against her shoulders as she eased down upon it.
Azzi had flinched forward this time at Paige hand slapping her ass again. “All of it baby, I don’t even wanna see it—let it go inside of you, just like that” Paige coached, her back flat against the bed as both hands went to her waist this time whilst Azzi had both her knees planted into the bed with her hips dipping low just to bring them back up with a slow drag. “S’big, so big daddy” Azzi exhaled, a single knee coming up so her foot was planted on the bed so she could bounce at a steady pace, being sure to dig her hips down deep enough so Paige could feel her own thrust.
Paige head went back in the bedding, jaw dropped as her eyes fluttered before eventually closing at her movements. Paige wasn’t even moving her, it was all Azzi with all her strength. She lived to see Paige break like this, the soft moans that turned into whines everytime she came down and meet her hips with the sticky mess already on her legs. “You could get me pregnant like this baby” Azzi spoke to her in her familiar hushed voice, she moaned at the feeling of Paige’s nails digging into her hips, she knew if she kept talking she would have her cumming on the spot. “You like that? You wanna make me a mommy?” Azzi was leaning down so that her front was pressing up against her, watching Paige’s face up close as a breathy moan came from her pink lips from the feeling between her legs.
The sounds Azzi’s pussy was making was a loud noise that bounced off the walls with their moans mixing in harmony—Paige groaning at Azzi stopping her bouncing all together to dig her hips against the blonde. Azzi eyes rolled again, her head lifting up at the feeling nudging her Gspot just right, moving at a lazy rhythm that still worked for them both whilst Paige turned her head to a angle that could leave soft kisses against her neck. “I’m s’close—you make me feel so good mommy” Paige was whispering to her, talking to her in a soft state before she stuck her tongue out to drag it against the skin of her neck, all the way up to reach her jaw, a panting mess against her ear.
Azzi head fell forward in exhaust, her forehead finding her shoulder but her bottom half was working for it as she resumed back to bouncing again at the sound of her girl in her ear. “Holy shit—holy shit, I’m,” Paige words bundled together, her nails going from holding to scratching into her skin as she came so hard, it was leaving her legs a weak trembling mess. Azzi felt her stutter beneath her—her legs burning until Paige started to squeeze her hips again, pulling her downwards to meet her thrust, she couldn’t even last another two before she came with a harsh gasps falling from her lips, her vision blinking white as she came to.
The girl had too. She fell against Paige’s chest as soon as the feeling ran through her, her body becoming more than limp as she blinked to gather herself. “Oh my God, my fucking legs.” Azzi groaned making a soft laugh come from Paige as she eventually was able to roll herself over making Azzi fall to her back, she was lifting her hips up to pull off the harness and let it fall to the floor.
“You’ll wait like that for me every night?” Paige was grabbing the throw blanket that Azzi slept with every night, fixing it to fall over them both as Azzi wrapped her entire body around the blondes. The girl even had her legs wrapped around her body securely, she wanted to be in her skin so bad whilst her head fell to her chest and Paige had her in a tight embrace in her arms. “Only if you’re good.” Azzi said, replicating her words from earlier.
Paige smiled, her lips puckering to kiss her forehead making Azzi’s eyes briefly close as she did so. “Whatever you want.”
pairing: paige x azzi
au: paranormal au
synopsis: paige finally finds the courage to talk to the cute stranger she sees every afternoon on the bus, only to discover that she's the only one who can see her.
wc: 2k
ACT II – AZZI
Distraught. Confused. Stunned. Pale.
These were all evident on the other girl's face. Azzi knew she shouldn’t have said that. She shouldn’t have responded in the first place. Her mother wouldn’t be happy aabout this.
“I’m sorry. What do you mean I’m not supposed to see you?”
Azzi could hear the distress from the her voice. There was no way to ignore her. There was even no way to take back what she said. She also couldn’t just tell the bus driver to stop so she could jump out.
She took a long breath and looked at the girl sitting beside her, bright blue eyes swimming in shock and curiosity.
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The moment her father’s SUV disappeared around the corner, Azzi shoved both hands into her pockets and exhaled.
Her bus back to General City would arrive in less than two minutes. She used the little amount of time to look around. The bus stop was situated just outside Hopkins District Library. It was almost empty considering it was in the middle of summer.
She drifted her eyes to the cafe across the street. It had a few customers bustling in and out, paper cups and bags of pastries in hand.
She liked Hopkins. It had that relaxed small town vibe to it. People were moving at an easy pace. No one was in a rush or seemed pressed for time. Unlike in General City, everyone moved like there was fire everywhere. She would miss it here. Her father would return to New York next week, and she would have to start preparing for her senior year at General City High.
The bus arrived with a groan of brakes and a faint metallic shudder.
Azzi sighed before climbing aboard. As usual, it was almost empty as the public library outside.
There were only two other frequent passengers on this route.
There was an old man who always occupied the middle section, his face always on the daily newspaper. He reminded Azzi of her grandfather, always wearing an expression of solemn concentration and maintaining a habit of grunting every five minutes.
Then there was the young Pizza Hut employee who would switch from the front of the bus or to the seat adjacent to Azzi in the last couple of rows. Today, he opted to be at the back of the driver.
Azzi dropped into her regular seat. Two rows from the back. Window side. Right side of the bus.
She didn’t have much energy left. Her father’s new girlfriend drained her, and she just wanted to doom scroll on her phone in her bedroom for the rest of the day.
Why did she have to be a child of divorce, anyway?
The route became depressingly familiar over the past four days, but she knew she only had a week left with this arrangement with her father, so she decided to enjoy the views outside. She shifted into a position where she had half of her body toward the window, watching storefronts, trees, and houses as they drifted past.
She dreaded the next stop. It was near the cinema and the local park, where most of the passengers who boarded were children and teenagers.
There were eight frequent passengers every afternoon who would get in at the next stop. Same time, same route. A mother and her toddler, and six high school students.
The group of friends was always loud. Their laughter and overlapping conversations usually took over the whole bus ride, making it impossible for Azzi to shut them out. Strangely, they had been noticeably tamed over the past two days.
Fixing her gaze outside the window, she hoped it would be the same for this ride.
Her hopes were squashed when the group got on the bus. They were extra chirpier this time and someone even screamed. She refused to look at them, only giving her attention to the world outside as the bus started to ease away from the curb.
Not even a minute from the last stop, Azzi felt movement from the seat next to her. She ignored it. Ignored the impossible sound of the cushion dipping lightly as the person next to her shifted. And ignored the sudden change in temperature.
She paid little mind to it. ONe of them had probably drifted toward the back looking for an empty seat and happened upon hers. It wasn’t as though they would have noticed the row was occupied.
They never noticed her.
Or the rest of the passengers.
The passing scenery held her attention just enough to dismiss the fact that one of them sat beside her. She was busy wondering if she should cook pasta for dinner or drop by her favorite burrito place for a takeout. She was weighing the cost of groceries against the temptation of convenience when a second pair of eyes appeared in the window’s reflection.
The glass showed them clearly. Their gaze locked onto hers with innocence. Heat drained from Azzi’s face as disbelief and fear came twisting inside her.
It couldn’t be.
But those eyes were set to hers, as if she was looking directly at Azzi.
Impossible.
Azzi internally gasped as she turned around and faced the girl who started apologizing.
What in the world was going on?
In her state of panic, she went directly for the kill.
“You shouldn’t be able to see me.”
“I’m sorry. What do you mean I’m not supposed to see you?”
It sounded so absurd when the girl said it. She would feel stupid asking that question if the roles were reversed.
“Are you trying to hide from someone?” The girl tilted her head.
It was then Azzi understood, in a single glance, how people ended up writing terrible poetry and bad decisions.
This girl was pretty and handsome at the same time. Her blue eyes stood out the most. They seemed almost luminous against the shadows and the contrast of sunlight from the window. The tilt of her head revealed more of the light brown hair growing beneath the blonde dye.
She was beautiful. Azzi could see her having a huge crush on this person if they were not under this circumstance.
As if this girl was not dead.
“Not what I meant.” Azzi was going crazy. There was no way they were talking.
She noticed the other girl’s eyes blinked away the confusion. There was no explanation on what was happening, but Azzi realized this girl could really see and hear her.
“Well, what do you mean?” She pressed on.
“Nothing. I was just surprised.”
There was a sudden change of mood when the girl smiled. “I’m truly sorry about it. I tried not to disturb you. I just want to introduce myself. I’m Paige, by the way.”
Azzi saw the offered hand. She didn’t know if touching her would break a lot of rules and she was not about to find out. She gripped her bag a little tighter.
“Sorry, my hands are sweaty right now. But I’m Azzi.”
“Azzi.” Paige smiled wider. “A beautiful name for a beautiful girl.”
Azzi had never encountered anyone so terrible at flirting, least of all someone this pale, this cold, and this lacking in pulse.
She sighed. This was going to be an interesting ride back home.
“So, Paige, where are you heading to?”
“General City Arena. The Lynx are playing today and I bet you five dollars, today is the day they will beat the Aces.”
“Right.”
“Do you watch the WNBA?”
Azzi didn’t have the heart to tell her No she didn’t follow basketball, and No there wasn’t any game scheduled in the arena today. There was this excitement in Paige’s face that she couldn’t extinguish.
“A little.”
“Great! I am a big fan. Do you know Diana Taurasi? She's my fave player.”
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It had been two excruciating days Paige sat next to her. They had covered all sorts of topics, mostly basketball. It turned out that Paige was a basketball player herself. She played for Hopkins High School, and she never failed to squeeze into the conversation how good she was.
“I could smoke Kyrie one-on-one for sure!” Paige laughed.
Azzi had little to no knowledge about the WNBA, let alone the NBA. Or was it called the MNBA?
In the two days they sat together, Azzi had learned how much of a yapper Paige was. She had a lot to say as a dead person, that was for sure.
To avoid completely looking insane inside the bus, Azzi was smart enough to put her wired earphones on.
The old man who always sat three rows down already kept shooting her odd and questioning looks. It started when Paige flicked her forehead, and Azzi had to hiss in full volume when she felt the other girl’s iced cold fingers.
“What are you plans for senior prom?”
"Isn’t prom in like eight months from now?”
“Exactly. You should be prepared as early as now, Azzi.”
“Prepared exactly how?”
“Like, I don’t know.” Paige mumbled, avoiding Azzi’s eyes. “Probably think of your prom date?”
“Paige, a prom date is the least of my worries right now.” Azzi couldn’t say her greatest worry was how to continue navigating this weird friendship they seem to have started.
“Well, if you could worry about prom, I just want you to know as early as now we don’t have basketball games around May anymore.”
“Are you telling me this so you can help me prepare for my prom?”
Azzi noticed the deflation on Paige’s face.
“I guess that works too. I’m a great helper, anyway.” Paige sighed.
Azzi was nowhere convinced, but she didn’t push the topic.
Paige’s chin jutted to Azzi’s earphones. “What are you listening today?”
“Nothing. It just makes me comfortable having this on during the ride.” It wasn't fully a lie, but she also couldn't truly tell her the truth.
“You want to listen to Paramore together?” Paige asked, her excitement came back.
“Sure.”
Careful to avoid Paige’s icy hand, Azzi slipped the right earphone from her own ear and tossed it onto the other girl’s lap. Paige caught it with a puzzled glance before fitting it in place.
The gesture felt absurd the moment it was done. Azzi had no idea Paige could even hear music. She was so close to asking the other girl but thought otherwise.
The playlist wandered from Paramore into a scatter of songs Azzi had collected over the years and never bothered to organize. For once, Paige gave her a peaceful afternoon. There was no yapping on her side.
Azzi watched Paige’s attractive facial features. The blonde had her eyes closed, humming to the music.
Guess that answered Azzi’s question.
Azzi smiled to herself when she saw Paige’s expression softened, touched by a faint contentment and when she saw the corner of Paige's mouth slowly curved upward when Olivia Dean’s So Easy (To Fall In Love) came on.
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Azzi only had four remaining days in Hopkins, and the number seemed to follow her everywhere.
It surfaced while she brushed her teeth, lingered through meals,a nd returned whenever Paige crossed her mind.
Somewhere along the shared bus rides and endless conversations, Paige had become stitched into the fabric of Azzi’s days.
She didn’t know what to do with her situation. She was slowly getting attached to a dead person. It was making her go crazy.
Her father and his girlfriend exchanged curious glances over lunch earlier today. Azzi pretended not to notice them.
She had been keeping this secret, not expecting it would haunt her. Literally haunt her. Well, the other person in this story was dead, so it was kind of fitting.
Azzi was desperate for an advice, and there was only one person who could either tell her what to do or strangle her for breaking a lot of paranormal rules.
The front door opened, and Azzi startled at the sound. She looked up from the couch as her mother stepped inside, tired and exhausted from a twelve-hour shift from the hospital.
“Hi, honey! I would ask how your day was, but I don’t really want to hear anything about the man who gave me so much trauma.”
Azzi snorted. They could laugh at their situation now, but it was a rough first two years after the divorce, and her mom had it worse.
“My day's fine and yes, I know the drill. No updates from him.”
Her mom gave her a kiss on her head before moving toward the kitchen and helped herself a glass of water.
“Actually, mom, I kinda need to tell you something.” Azzi dragged her feet and followed her mother. "I need your wise words about someone."
“Oooooh, did someone ask you out? Is this a boy?”
Azzi instantly scrunched her face.
“Or a girl?”
Azzi smiled at her mother’s attempt. “It is a girl.”
“Okay, you know I’ve been an ally all my life, sweetheart. Your Aunt Sue never wavered in the battle for LGBTQ and those pluses.”
Azzi laughed, feeling a little lighter. Although she really needed to tell her mother.
“It’s a girl, mom.”
“Yeah, you mentioned that already.”
“A dead girl.”
“Oh!” Her mom gripped the edge of the counter for support. “That you didn’t mention.”
Azzi could see all the emotions and questions in her mother’s eyes. There was also the worry that she was trying to hide from her daughter.
“Azzi, did something happen to you?”
“I think we should sit down, mom.”
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Azzi told her everything.
She recounted every afternoon, right at four, Paige and her friends would board the bus. Being accustomed to seeing ghosts, Azzi didn’t pay attention to them at first.
It all changed when Paige sat beside her and talked to her.
“And you responded?”
“I was shocked and I couldn’t ignore her.”
“Azzi, there are rules in our world and their world. We couldn’t just interact with them.”
“I know, mom.” Azzi wrapped both her hands around her mug and stared into it for a second. Her mom made both of them green tea. “I just had a rough day and I thought I was hallucinating. It was very overwhelming.”
“I can imagine.” Her mother took a sip of tea. “Was she a pretty hallucination, though?”
“Mom!” Azzi felt flustered.” “Did you just ask me if I find this dead person pretty?”
“Well, with the way you react and how you cannot let this ghost go. I figured, you have a crush on her.”
“It’s not that. Well, it is somewhat that, but not fully that. Wait, what am I even saying?”
There was laughter from her mother as Azzi stood up and paced around their small kitchen.
“It’s not funny, mom.”
“It is, honey.” Her mother waved her back toward the chair. “Come sit down before your ghost crush will haunt me in my sleep.”
Azzi groaned under her breath but complied, looking lost and dejected.
Her mother rested her chin on her hand. “What troubles you, my dear?”
“I don’t know how to explain it.” Azzi rubbed a thumb against the edge of her sleeve. “The last few days have been… I don’t know… Different.”
Her mother nodded, indicating that it was okay to go on.
“When I’m with Paige, everything feels lighter. I know how that sounds. Don’t judge me.”
“How does that sound?”
“Sounds like I’m going crazy.”
That earned another laugh from the older woman.
“I’m serious, mom.”
“I konw you are, honey.”
Azzi looked away, toward the dark kitchen window. Her reflection reminded her on the day she first saw Paige’s eyes staring back at her through the bus window.
“We talk about everything. Stupid things. Important things. Things I wouldn’t normally tell people. I can’t quite explain it, but it just feels easy with her. I think I even know what a backcourt violation is.”
Her mother listened without interrupting.
“I feel happier, I guess. She even sort of and indirectly asked me to be my prom date.”
“Azzi.” Her mother reached out to Azzi’s hands, holding it tenderly. “I love you with all my heart. And what I’m about to tell you is probably not the answer or advice you wanted, but it is something you’ll need to think about. Whatever you decide afterward is yours to decide.”
Azzi nodded, feeling uneasy with how serious her mother had become.
The older woman drew a slow breath.
“Souls that remain behind usually stay in this world because somethign anchors them. Sometimes, they refuse to accept the truth, that they’re no longer living. They’re never at peace here. Some cling to the last life they remember. They repeat places, habits, people. What I'm trying to say is that, the ghosts of the dead are always with us and there is part of this world that we share with them but there is always that barrier. Some of them can see us, but they can never directly talk to us.”
Azzi blinked, trying to process what her mother was saying.
“There are rules and limitations on our world and theirs. They can see us in fragments, but communication is different. This is why we have spirit boards and mediums. They serve as the interpreter of what the dead cannot say out loud.”
“But why can Paige talk to me?”
“Based on everything you told me, there’s only one explanation I can think of for why Paige can see and speak to you so clearly.” Her mother squeezed her hands. “Honey, I don’t think Paige is dead. Not yet.”
Azzi stared at her, eyes bewildered with this information. “What?!”
“I believe she’s somewhere between the living and the dead.” Her mother’s voice stayed soft. “And whatever connection brought her to you, it may be the thing that decides where she goes next.”
Azzi’s fingers went cold inside her mother’s hands.
“You’re saying I have to tell her?”
“I’m saying you may have to help her find her way.” Her mother caressed the back of her hand, swallowing hard. “Either back to the living, or onward to the other world.”
contains: brat!azzixpleasuredom!paige. porn without plot. dirty talk. dry humping mid-air. cum eating(?). kitchen sex. BRAT TAMER NATION RISE. mean!paige. shower sex. biting. overstimulation as a form of punishment. oral sex (a recieving). ass eating. strap. strap referred to as paige's dick. degradation (slut). dacryphilia. thumb in da booty. implied aftercare.
word count: 4.2k
niyah speaks: this is a blurb i wrote in an ovulation haze and then when i re-read it, i hated it. so i put on pnd4 and edited it... and i still hate it :/ but! i promised @hcneymooners i'd post it, and it also helped me ge tout of my writing slump so maybe i'll finally finish ldayluam chapter four. proof read(not really) as alway, enjoyyy and ttm about it in the inbox.
ONE
over the course of their relationship, paige had grown accustomed to how needy azzi was. it wasn't like she was that way on purpose. it was just natural for azzi to want everything she could possibly get her hands on. the difference between paige and the average human being was, she wholeheartedly believed that azzi deserved everything she ever thought of wanting.
and they were older now— less clumsy and more sure. but paige was just as dedicated to giving azzi what she wanted as she'd ever been. and all day, azzi wanted a reaction out of paige.
they'd gone to the state fair together, and azzi had made it her personal mission to drive paige absolutely insane. she'd been touching and feeling and whispering little devious nothings, and then she'd separate herself with a giggle and a scratch of her nails against paige's forearms. paige had spent all day with azzi pressed against her, holding her— teasing her. she'd been teasing her. she knew what the fuck she'd been doing. and she knew that there was nothing paige could really do about it until they got home.
they were home now.
it started merely as a placing of hands. paige just wanted to touch her at first. she wanted to touch her over and over again and drive her crazy so that they'd be even.
so after she locked their front door, paige crept up behind azzi, who was putting their food in the refrigerator, and slid her arms around so that one hand was splayed across azzi's ribs, and the other was just outside of her inner thigh. they were almost the same height, but azzi was so small in paige's hands.
the moment paige touched her, azzi fell into the woman behind her. she tossed her head against paige's shoulder, and pressed her ass into paige's hips and let out a long breath through her nose.
"hi, baby." she cooed, trying to take paige's hands in hers.
this was how she did it. how she got everyone to bend to her will. she'd drive them right to the edge and then turn soft and pliable like nothing had happened at all.
paige knew better.
she rotated her wrist before azzi could interlock their fingers so instead, she took azzi's wrists in her hands and held them tight.
"hey, mama." paige smiled into azzi's shoulder, amused at the gasp her girlfriend let out. "you okay?"
"mhm." azzi breathed out, and when paige opened her mouth and sucked at dip between azzi's neck and collarbone, she nodded her head as if that action solidified the answer.
paige kept kissing at azzi's neck, taking her time with it. her mouth moved slow, down to azzi's shoulder then all the way back up to her ear. she abused the flesh, scraping her teeth along it before alleviating it with her tongue. her hands wandered, slipping under azzi's shirt and over her ass.
she wanted to stay there for a while, dragging it out. holding her girlfriend against her, soaking in every whine azzi let out. but then azzi turned in her arms and pressed her lips to paige's and well… plans change.
azzi's mouth was hot against paige's. her whole body was warm, a flame burning through every layer of clothes between them. she was so fucking beautiful. five feet eleven inches of smooth brown skin and raw fucking greed.
she was so damn greedy. but maybe paige was, too. because she deepened the kiss, wanting more of azzi— wanting all of azzi. she pressed her against the now-closed refrigerator and hooked one of her legs around her. they were closer. no space between them. azzi was eating it up, her hands moving against whatever piece of paige she could get to. she was grinding, bending her spine however she could to get some sort of relief.
paige knew she wanted more because she was azzi and azzi was insatiable. but that was the point, wasn't it? paige would always give her all that she wanted.
a gasp slipped from azzi's throat when paige lifted her other leg up, sweeping her complety off the ground and into the fridge. paige swallowed it, opening her mouth wider against azzi's.
azzi was like putty in her hands, locking her ankles beind paige's back and holding her shoulders. somewhere in paige's brain, she smiled because azzi trusted that she would keep her up. she felt safe in paige's hands. but the forefront of her brain told her to laugh, because azzi was absolutely not safe in paige's hands. she was pissed off and horny with a point to prove— never a safe situation.
especially not with azzi's pussy burning through her biker shorts. paige could feel it, and she moaned at the sensation before licking from azzi's mouth her jaw. her fingers curled around the ass in her palms. there was so much heat meeting her at every touch. she was obsessed. with the way azzi felt, the way she smelled, the way she sounded.
she was already moaning in paige's ear, her forehead pressed to the blondes temple. she was squeezing paige's shoulders so tight, she knew they'd be bruised. obviously, she didn't give a damn. no, she was too busy trying to get into azzi's shorts.
literally.
there was no space between them, so it was an awkward journey, but paige got there. she slid her hand passed the band of azzi's shorts, then her panties, until she felt azzi's mess right above her pussy. she was soaked, leaking all over herself.
she was hungry for it— desperate even.
god, paige could feel it. she pressed her palm against azzi's mound, and the moment she did so, she felt azzi grind down against it, her pussy leaving a sopping trail behind with each pass. she whined in paige's ear before kissing her again. azzi's thumb brushed along paige's throat before she slid her hands into her hair.
"baby," azzi whined, the word ending with a wet crack. "you feel so good."
she didn't stop fucking herself against paige's hand, and paige didn't stop sucking at the skin of azzi's neck. in an ordinary situation, paige would have slid two fingers into azzi and finger fucked her against the fridge until she came all over herself. but this wasn't an ordinary situation, and paige wasn't in the mood to make it easy. she pulled her hand out of azzi's shorts. when azzi whined and stopped the movement of her hips, paige took her wet hand and gripped her jaw.
she was already a bit of a mess. they'd hardly done anything yet and azzi was already reaching peak pillow princess mode, where she didn't want to do a damn thing but be taken care of.
tuh.
paige smiled a little and tapped azzis cheek before locking her hands together under her ass. "go get it, then."
azzi opened her eyes and looked at paige. it was only a few seconds, but paige was watching her in slow motion. she watched azzi's whole face change, going from its frustrated scrunch to a soft pout. in real time, paige watched her brows soften and her lips untighten.
something evil in paige lit up watching azzi realize what was about to happen to her. watching her mentally prepare herself to be put through hell. a sense of pride hit her, too, when she felt azzi's hips start to roll against her stomach.
paige's shirt had ridden up, but there was still layers of clothes between them. either way, azzi wouldn't be stopped. she wanted to cum, even if she had to work for it this time. she moved slow at first before eventually speeding up, pressing herself hard against paige's abs.
paige almost couldn't hold her. she'd almost lost her grip, but, determined to see the fireworks pop in azzi's eyes, she fixed her grip then slapped azzi's ass.
"work for that shit," she said, moving so her stomach met azzi's pussy halfway. "you feel that?"
"yes baby—fuck," azzi moaned, pushing paige's shirt further up so she could claw at her back. she pulled at the skin, scratched it, soothed it..
it felt kind of violent. their pace shook paige's heartbeat out its rhythm, forcing it into something quicker—harder. everything was booming around her. the hum of the refridgerator, the sound of azzi falling apart right in her ear, the sound of her own breath tumbling out of her mouth. everything was being recieved in the largest amount, and paige felt like she was experiencing the best high of her life.
she had her beautiful girlfriend literally in her arms, humping her like a bitch in heat, about to cum from something as slight as dry humping. she just couldn't believe she had it like that. she kept meeting azzi, kept fueling that fire she knew was building.
she licked at azzi's neck then moved to her cheek, licking at the wetness there from her hand. she slid her tongue along her face, trying to get every hint of azzi she could.
"i'm gonna cum," azzi announced, throwing her head back as she took paige's in her hands. "paige, baby you're gonna make me cum."
paige kept going, and when azzi's mouth fell open, and her nails scraped against the edges of paige's scalp, she pressed herself against azzi one last time, hard and sure, and stayed there, letting the orgasm travel through her girlfriend's entire body.
TWO-THREE
paige held azzi's neck as she kissed her against their shower wall. they hadn't washed yet, too busy trying to fuse into one another. she wasn't choking her or anything, she just had her hand there as a reminder that azzi couldn't get out of this. that they were gonna go until paige said they were done.
"you think you fuckin slick." paige took azzi's nipple between her thumb and index finger and pinched, licking at azzi's bottom lip when her mouth popped open. "but imma show you."
she bent down and took one of azzi's tits into her mouth, swirling her tongue around her nipple before moving to the other one. her free hand crept down the front azzi's body, following the path from her bellybutton to her pussy.
she rolled azzi's clit between her index and middle finger, squeezing it tight between her knuckles.
azzi's breath caught, her chest shaking as the air tried to fight its way out. when paige delivered two firm slaps to her pussy, she reached to grab her wrist. but when paige rubbed the ball of her palm against her pussy, azzi redirected and placed her hands on paige's hips.
"paige." she said it like it was a warning. with wide eyes and shaking hands, azzi was already close.
that's good. paige thought. she wanted azzi at that edge. she wanted her there all fucking night, just ready to give until she had nothing left. still sucking at azzi's nipple, paige slipped two fingers into her sopping pussy.
"paige." this time, she said it like a thank you. like she was oh-so-grateful to be getting stretched open. "oh my god."
azzi's back arched off the tile of the shower, shoving her breast further into paige's mouth. her teeth scraped against the skin, and she had to breath though her nose, but paige kept going still. she fucked her fingers into azzi, her pussy taking her in and keeping her there. she curled her fingers so that she was touching the spot that made azzi preen.
"pussy too fucking good." she kept pushing at the gummy spot, fucking into a whimpering azzi. "that's why you act like that, huh?" she sucked at the knob of bone that appeared everytime azzi sucked in a breath.
"you wanna fuck around all day because you know you'll have your way, huh?" she kept going down until she was on her knees, where she bit the muscle on azzi's hip until it flushed a deep shade of red. "you just think imma always give you what you want? is that it?"
fucked out and heaving, azzi leaned over so that her tits were back in paige's face, and her hands were wrapped around her head. she was right there. paige could feel the way azzi was dripping down her wrist, and the way her pussy was spasming around her fingers.
paige leaned up and whispered in azzi's ear. "you'n hear me talking to you?"
azzi didn't answer, just gripped paige's wet hair. the blonde didn't expect an answer, but she still let the laugh leave her lips because azzi being incoherant from being fucked was almost as adroable as it was sexy as hell.
she pressed an open mouth kiss to azzi's cheek. "'s okay." she said, crouching down even further.
"imma give it to you anyway." with what she knew was an evil ass grin, paige slid a third finger, stretching azzi further. "even though you never listen, and you can't answer a simple fucking question, imma give my girl what she wants."
azzi let out a small scream at the addition, but paige knew her girlfriend. knew what she could take. she knew the stretch of it all was something euphoric to azzi. which is why she didn't let her adjust before she upped her speed and wrapped her lips around azzi's clit.
she sucked at the bud, entirely encouraged by the hot water beating into her back, and the sound of azzi's strangled cries above her.
"my princess." she groaned into azzi, lapping at her pussy. "so fucking pretty, and this pussy tastes so fucking good."
she continued her pace and multitasking. her arm burned and her hand was cramping, but she kept going because she could see a ring of white pooling around her knuckles.
"im— fuck i'm gonna cum," azzi whimpered into paige's head. "oh my god i'm gonna cum."
and so she did. azzi's knee's buckled when she came, and she began sliding down the wall of the shower but of course, paige caught her. she wasn't done.
paige slipped her fingers out and grabbed both of azzi's thighs, holding them up against the wall. and she ate, tasting the cum that dribbled down azzi's thighs and the arousal that continued to gloss over the pink of azzi's swollen clit.
"fuck baby, wait." azzi moved to close her legs, but paige kept them in place, leaning up so she had that much more room. azzi fisted her hair, tugging it before pushing at paige's forehead. "'s too much."
looking up though her lashes, paige pulled away. "oh you can talk now?"
she didn't even give azzi the chance to try and form an answer. she dove back in, sucking azzi's clit back into her mouth.
"shiiiiit." azzi's whole body sputtered, and she threw her head back with a thump against the wall.
paige folded her hands together, placing them flat on azzi's lower belly. she thought it was cute, smirking into her pussy as azzi's hips fought to leave her and her hand spasmed in her hair. she kept her mouth on azzi's clit, swiping her tongue against it in wet passes.
"this is what you wanted right?" paige asked from between her legs, knowing that azzi was about to burst again. she was answered with a scream and a shove into the spray of the shower.
azzi's legs trembled beneath her, and she slid down the wall landing on her ass. her knees came together and her hand flew between her legs, trying to calm down the feeling that had taken over her.
paige leaned forward, kissing her girl's forehead. "imma fuck you til you can't take it no more." she pecked her cheek, then her lips. when she pulled away, she held azzi's head so that she had no choice but to focus those big brown pools of want on paige.
"and then imma fuck you some more."
FOUR-SEVEN
azzi's leg shook in the air as paige's strap broke into her. she let out a low ugh, then threw an arm over her rolling eyes. her marked tits bounced with every slow stroke paige gave her with the strap.
paige tapped her elbow, telling her to put it down. “i wanna see that pretty fucking face when you cum again.” she said, holding azzi's other leg around her waist. "i needa make sure you feel me."
paige was entranced by her view. azzi on her back, bruised and wet and flushed, taking her dick like a fucking champ. she never wanted to forget the sight. she wanted azzi's open mouth and frizzy hair and wet lashes burned into the back of her eyelids.
she leaned in close, forcing azzi's knee to her chest, as she further violated the skin of azzi's neck. she felt azzi's jaw go slack, reaching behind her head to clutch a pillow.
"you feel me, az?"
"i feel you, baby." azzi nodded into paige's shoulder. "so fuckin full, oh my god."
"yeah?" still going slow, paige looked between them, watching herself slide in out, hearing the squelch of azzi's messy pussy taking her. "you gonna cum for me again?"
azzi threw her arms around paige's shoulders and dug her teeth into her shoulder, the muscle bending under the bite. they were chest to chest now, tits sliding against each others, breaths fanning each other's ears.
"gonna cum on my dick?" paige rolled her hips, hitting azzi so deep she knew the girl could taste the orgasm building. "be my little slut and make a mess all over me?"
azzi let out a choked oh shit, before pushing her hips up to meet paige's strokes.
"so deep," she sighed, clearly towing the line. her voice was strained and tired, and her throat was moving with every swallow, like she was struggling to perform automatic bodily function.
"i'm deep mama?" paige's mouth watered at how tight azzi was against the strap. if she could, she would have done years of scientific research to discover how the fuck she thought she could actually feel the vice grip azzi had on the silicone between her legs. because damn, she swore she could feel that shit, and it had her own pussy throbbing. she placed a hand between them, pushing on azzi's lower belly. "you feel me right here, huh?"
azzi whimpered, eyes crossed under their lids as paige fucked her just a little bit harder. slow, rough, deep strokes were tearing her apart and she could do nothing but exactly what paige wanted.
"i'm so close, paige." she moaned. "i'm right there."
"do it." paige demanded. "cum, azzi."
screaming into paige's shoulder, azzi came again, cum spilling around paige's strap and staining her thighs.
paige didn't stop, she tugged azzi's trembling leg from over her shoulder so that she was on her side, both legs pressed together against her chest while paige fucked into her faster and harder, gripping and pulling her thigh for momentum.
"waitwaitwait," azzi keeled over, face buried in the pit between her legs. she reached out for paige's arm, but she was so far gone that she ended up aimlessly flapping her thigh, which was already covered in pebbles of sweat. "its— 's too much— i can't."
paige smiled because yes, azzi could. and she would.
"you did it to yourself, mama." paige said, thrusting her hips as hard as she could. "i'm just giving you what you been wantin."
azzi's ass clapped against her thigh, her whole body rocking with every stroke. her head still buried between her knees but paige could see her mouth moving, stuttering out whatever she could.
she leaned over—still stroking— and gripped azzi's neck, squeezing a little so she'd raise her head up.
"fucking you like this cuz that's what you asked for." she said, moving her thumb so it slid passed azzi's lips. "'s what you need. you just need to be made a mess."
she looked over her girlfriend. her stubborn, bratty, beautiful girl was tonguing at the pad of paige's thumb and looking at her like she didn't know anything but this.
"i wish you could see how fucked out you look." paige huffed out a laugh. "pussy just soaking me back in and you got stars in your eyes. eatin it up. drooling all on my pillows, fucking up my sheets"
her pillows. her sheets. her pussy. her tears. her azzi. this was all hers.
"you like it, don't you?" paige asked, pushing her thumb against azzi's tongue, watching it flatten as she stuck it out. "you like it when i'm turning this pussy inside out? bein slutted out like this?"
azzi's mouth stayed occupied with paige's thumb. and paige knew azzi was hardly concious, and that she'd let it slide earlier.
but it was her pussy. her mouth. her azzi. and she could do whatever the hell she wanted with what belonged to her. she ripped her hand away and cracked a palm against azzi's ass.
"answer me."
"yes!" azzi shouted, hugging her knees. "fuck i love it," she cried, tears streaming down her face. "love you— paige you're gonna make me cum again holy shit!"
paige forced azzi's legs apart and swiped her fingers against the puffy flesh, and azzi literally screamed out and balled her hands into fists against her chest as she came again, creaming around the light purple strap.
paige watched as it smeared across the silicone and fuck she wanted to taste her again.
she slowed, fucking her through it, still ghosting her fingers over her clit. azzi mewled under her until she realized her throat was raw, and paige took that moment to flip her onto her belly and arch so that she could put her mouth to azzi.
her tongue rolled through azzi's folds again, her eyes fluttering closed as she fell into it. the groan azzi let out sounded so rough, paige imagined it had to claw it's way out of the woman's throat. she felt azzi trembling, her whole body vibrating as paige palmed at her ass. she spread her open, and licked at azzi's asshole, too. she went on like that, licking azzi from front to back until she was writhing again, wailing that she was about to cum yet again.
she held her in place and focused all of her attention to azzi's pussy, sticking her tongue in the gummy hole and fucking her that way. she felt azzi's orgasm build around her tongue, and she tasted the tang of that pressure exploding in her mouth. she shook her head, trying to stay in place despite azzi moving so much.
when azzi started to crawl, paige felt herself be taken over by someone she'd never quite met. she popped her head up, strap dangling between her legs.
"uh-uh." she stood on her feet and lurched forward, grabbing azzi by her hips and dragging all the way to the edge of the bed. "bring yo ass back.
she lined the strap up with azzi's pussy, then gripped both of her shoulders, forcing her back onto it. azzi let out a sob, head hanging foreward as paige began to pound into her.
"so fucking greedy." she changed her gip, wrapping her hands around each of azzi's biceps from behind. "greedy pussy cryin for me, taking my dick like you'n know what else to do."
azzi kept shaking against her, not moving on her own. she just let herself be pushed and pulled by paige, taking it all. there was nowhere she could go, nothing she could do but take it.
paige's eyes stayed on azzi's pussy, mesmerized by the way her strap disappeard in azzi. inandout inandout, she kept going. even when her clit was rubbig against the hardness. even when her own orgasm chased her down and washed over. she kept going, fucking and fucking, losing herself in the motion and noise and sight.
azzi's hands flexed in and out of their fists and and herpussy clenched faster around the strap. and paige knew.
"paige i can't—" azzi weeped. "can't take it."
"yeah you can." paige went even harder, mustering up every bit of motivation she had left. "c'mon gimme one more."
she let go of one of azzi's arms, pinning the other one to her back. she pumped her hips and circled azzi's ass with her thumb. azzi whined, arching into the mattress and fisting the sheets with her free hand.
"let it go one more time," paige sucked her thumb and pushed it passed the entrance she'd been spiraling, easing it into azzi and she used the arm she was still holding as an achor to dig azzi out. "'t's gonna feel so good. let it go. all over me. lemme pull it outta you, c'mon mama."
and at last, azzi howled into the mattress and jerked forward into a ball at the head of the bed, cupping her pussy and shaking like a leaf in a storm.
paige, out of breath and overcome with pride, crawled up the bed and took her girlfriend in her arms, hugging her against her chest and let azzi's tears stream against her collarbone.
unspoken tension. clocks watched in apartments on opposite coasts. attachments that were never meant to exist. pazzi is unrivaled 😜🐬💗🌴☀️
cw: language, alcohol, sexual content (18+, minors dni)
wc: 7.5k
december
paige loved summer vacation once—the burn of chlorine in her eyes, the char of an overdone cheeseburger, the thwack of her palm against a beach ball, all of it. after nine months cooped up in classrooms and basketball courts, she found it hard to imagine a better way to let loose.
but then it came down to either basketball or summer, and unfortunately for paige, it was a no-brainer. she let the w pry the sun from her cold, pale hands. at least she’d have miami.
it wouldn’t be summer, but spending the offseason with palm trees on the other side of her bedroom window and sunlight on her skin sounded close enough. paige figured she’d hop on a jet ski or two, catch a nice tan, dabble in some three-on-three in her spare time. the perfect reset after a senior year and rookie season that drained her of all vitality.
and that was how she ended up on a boat in the middle of the biscayne bay on new year’s eve eve for… team bonding purposes.
“what time is it?” marina asks as she cracks open another seltzer. “my phone’s dead. gotta be, like, four or five by now, right?”
paige shrugs, a tiny smirk hidden in her smile. “four, five, maybe… six or seven,” she jokes as she flips her wrist over to check her watch. “5:02.”
“you’re such a child, paige. god.” marina replies. she rolls her eyes and leans into the backrest, loose brown locks blowing in the salty breeze. “came here to play basketball and they got me babysitting instead.”
“what do you know about babysitting?” phee pipes in with a scoff. “i left mila with you for half an hour and she came home with three new potty words in her sweet little lexicon.”
paige holds back a laugh as marina tries to set the record straight, pitch rising defensively, palms lifted in surrender. they don’t call her the crashout queen for nothing, she figures.
she leans back and takes in the scene around her—indigo fading into a soft orange glow along the horizon, a faint mist hitting the back of her neck every time the boat takes a sharp curve, teammates sprawled out comfortably along the cushioned semi-circle, bass booming through someone’s bluetooth speaker. she’d voted for laser tag, but she couldn’t deny that a beach day and a boat ride was a nice way to enjoy each other’s company without actually doing anything.
her eyes flick over to the corner farthest from her, where cam and aaliyah are deep in conversation. aaliyah gives the can in her hand a quick shake, then tips the last of its contents into her mouth as she nods at what cam’s saying. she catches paige’s eyes on her, one brow rising in response.
“can i help you?” she mouths. paige smiles and shakes her head, her gaze shifting to the right.
azzi’s sitting a few feet away from cam and aaliyah, back turned to the rest of the group as she stares at something in the distance. her fingers tap against the railing to the beat of the song playing, bubblegum-pink nail polish gleaming in the sun, and the glow of her curls in the soft sunset leaves paige’s breath frozen in her throat.
she’s… confusing. for someone with her impact, with her dominance, she’s more reserved than paige had expected her to be. she’s calm, soft spoken. intelligent, too, and it peeks out with every snarky comeback and witty remark. paige can’t figure her out.
so she sticks to what she does know: they’ve been feeling each other lately.
it started small—hands lingering long after a quick side hug should’ve ended, eye contact heavy enough to make crowded rooms feel empty, banter that was supposed to sound casual. the casual hugs and goofy handshakes are charged with a soft familiarity now, and each smile and long stretch of eye contact reaches deeper than the last. it feels like they’re well on their way into something… more.
they haven’t talked about it, not really. but it’s there. it’s persistent. it’s growing. and neither of them seems to be shying away from it.
paige’s phone dings on the seat beside her.
aaliyah: your lil friend’s been quiet
aaliyah: stop giving her heart eyes and go talk to her
when paige looks up, aaliyah’s lips are pressed into the slightest smirk. she tilts her head in a quick nod towards azzi.
“go,” she mouths.
paige’s cheeks flush and her face breaks into a bashful smile, but she stands anyway. she takes two quiet steps forward and creeps up carefully, covering azzi’s eyes with her hands from behind.
“guess who.”
azzi jolts, startled by the sudden touch, then relaxes and lets out a soft chuckle.
“i wonder,” she says. “gotta be… phee?”
“so close. try again.”
“marina, i know it’s you.”
paige’s smile stretches. “nope.”
“ummm,” azzi hums. “lili?”
“okay, here’s a hint. it’s your favorite blonde.”
“oh, well, you could’ve just said that. hey, cam.”
“you’re such an ass,” paige laughs as she lowers her hands from azzi’s eyes.
she wraps azzi in a gentle hug from behind instead, then lowers herself to take a seat. she’s immediately hit with a whiff of citrus and saltwater when she inhales against azzi’s hair, and she lets herself breathe it in for a minute. it’s oddly intimate, soft and domestic in some secret way that feels right but probably shouldn’t. paige can’t get enough of it.
“you okay?” she asks softly.
azzi nods. “mm-hmm. thought i saw a dolphin.”
paige squints at the water, lifting one hand to shield her eyes from the sun while keeping the other firm around azzi. “they for real got dolphins out here?”
she can practically feel azzi’s eyes roll in front of her. “i’m guessing you don’t watch much football,” azzi replies a second later.
“i mean, i’ve never seen a viking in minnesota,” paige argues. “don’t get your hopes up, girl.”
azzi shakes her head, nestling a bit deeper into paige’s grasp. “you’re funny.”
“thanks.”
“wasn’t a compliment.”
paige scoffs, but her lips stretch into a grin. “sounded like one.”
“‘cause i’m working on my attitude. could’ve called you a dumbass instead.”
“well, i think you should be grateful that i’m working on being the bigger person.”
azzi lifts a hand to paige’s arm in a loose half-hug, fingers drifting over the curve of a chiseled bicep.
“you definitely feel like the bigger person,” she mutters under her breath.
paige perks up, amusement flashing through her eyes as a warm blush covers her cheeks, and leans in closer until her lips lie just inches from azzi’s ear.
“what was that?” she murmurs softly.
azzi tenses quickly at the buzz in her ear, but paige feels her muscles loosen a second later. “what was what?”
paige chuckles lightly. “must’ve been the wind, then.”
“gotta be.”
there’s a short pause as azzi’s fingers rise to mess with her hair, brushing away a few loose strands that keep blowing into her face.
“or maybe you’re just hearing things,” she says when she’s satisfied, her palm returning to its place on paige’s arm. “you ever been evaluated for that? hallucinations are serious.”
paige laughs louder now, and she feels azzi’s chest rise and fall as she breathes out a half-giggle. “no, i know what i heard. just a shame you won’t stand on it.”
“well, why would i?” azzi asks, shoulders lifting and dropping as she shrugs. “some of us take this shit seriously, paige. i’m here to hoop.”
the air seems to shift as azzi’s words settle between them. no one’s actually… named it before, spoken it into the world like it was something worth acknowledging, but they’re here now. no backing down.
“extracurriculars matter, too. you of all people should understand that, you dork.”
azzi doesn’t respond right away. she shifts in her seat a little, lets her free hand tighten around the railing in front of her.
“focus matters more.”
annoyance finally begins to rise to paige’s throat, hot and sharp and hanging on the verge of eruption after weeks of suppression. “not more than self-care,” she pushes. “not more than… stress relief.”
“basketball is my stress relief,” azzi corrects.
and then, low enough that paige almost doesn’t catch it over the roar of the water: “i don’t start what i can’t finish.”
“see, you’re looking at it all wrong,” paige replies, shaking her head gently. “what happens in miami can stay in miami, azzi. zoom in a little.”
“you’re ridiculous.”
“you’re deflecting,” paige says with a calmness that she imagines azzi’s thoroughly peeved at. “you started this. finish it.”
“god, paige, you just—”
paige feels azzi’s body freeze for a second before releasing a long, steady breath. she wonders for a moment if she’s gone too far, but she’s fired up now. she’s stubborn. she’ll see this through.
“i mean, this has been fun and all, but you need to be realistic. we’re teammates for two months out of the year and competitors for five.”
“and you,” paige counters, squinting into the sunset as the shore comes into view, “need to learn how to stop depriving yourself of the things you want.”
“i’m not—”
“you are,” paige insists with a sureness that even she’s surprised to hear. “so unless you’ve gotten… i don’t know, attached, or something, i don’t see why you think this is so impossible.”
azzi laughs dryly, her touch beginning to fade from paige’s skin. “i haven’t. that’s funny, though.”
“great. prove it.”
“you’re out of your fucking mind, bueckers.”
paige reaches up to the left of azzi’s sternum and presses her palm flat against it, feeling the rush of an accelerated heartbeat through the warm cotton of a worn t-shirt. she feels azzi’s breath sharpen, feels her pulse race at the touch, but paige doesn’t drop her hand yet.
“i’m not,” she maintains. “come to mine later. no strings attached. just two friends… blowing off some steam.”
azzi shakes her head in lieu of a reply. paige brings her arm back up for one final squeeze around azzi’s body as they near the dock, glancing out at the ocean one last time.
something pokes out from a ripple of waves in the distance—a grey fin, glimmering in the last of the day’s sunlight as it bobs through the water and ducks back down beneath the surface.
“huh. looks like there are dolphins out here,” paige chuckles, gripping onto the railing as she stands to her feet.
“let’s see what else you’re right about. i’ll be waiting.”
—---------
she figured azzi’d stall a bit longer, at least—scrub some of the salt off her skin, change out of her swimsuit, detangle her hair. but paige can barely let the shower warm up before three quick knocks sound at her front door.
she jogs out of the bedroom, peering over at her watch. it’s been less than five minutes since azzi stepped out of the elevator onto her floor without a single word, oversized tote bag swinging behind her as she started down the hallway in long, hurried strides. when paige eases the door open, azzi’s standing there like they’d never parted—tote bag still hanging from one shoulder, hair still half-dry, the bow she’d tied her bikini top into still peeking out from the back of her neck.
“might as well have just come home with me,” paige says, fighting with all of her strength to keep a shit-eating grin from breaking through.
“and listen to marina taunt us both at dinner later?” azzi asks with a scoff as she steps inside, eyes glued to the ground. “absolutely not.”
paige shakes her head as she locks the door and walks over to azzi, who’s parked herself awkwardly by the kitchen table like she’s not sure what to do with herself yet. like she’d known she wanted this at… some capacity, but the next steps are blurry now.
it sends a rush of something like victory through paige’s chest.
“marina knows how to keep things lowkey,” she says, sliding azzi’s bag off her arm and placing it on the table. she plants her hands at azzi’s waist, smirking at the way azzi tenses before letting herself be pulled in close. “which is exactly what this is.”
azzi has yet to let their eyes meet. she’s staring down at paige’s hands now, watching the brush of long fingers against her clothed midriff. paige can’t read her quite yet.
“the same marina who regularly gets on live and kisses her girlfriend in 4k? i think we have different definitions of lowkey.”
“she can keep a secret is all i’m saying,” paige laughs, lowering her head to search for azzi’s eyes. “they weren’t out for a while. she’d probably get on our nerves, but nothing’s getting past the team.”
she draws azzi in until their bodies are level, until they can feel each other’s exhales against their skin. still no eye contact.
“talked all that shit earlier and now it’s dead silent, huh?” she murmurs. “don’t you get shy on me now.”
she wonders if she’s taken it too far—if this should’ve stayed a hypothetical, an idea teetering on the edge of fantasy and reality but never quite falling to either side. keeping the chemistry and curiosity safely stowed away would’ve left things neat, and simple, and uncomplicated, even if regret awaited them.
but azzi’s there. she wants this, too, even if she can’t find it in herself to act on it yet. paige can’t blame her—objectively, this isn’t a great idea—but backtracking isn’t an option anymore. they’ve made it far enough.
azzi finally lifts her gaze, apprehensiveness hidden behind her eyes. it’s just a flicker, though, and she shuts it down almost instantly so that something stronger, fiercer, can take its place a second later. paige narrows her eyes, asking about the shift without actually asking, but azzi’s remain still. firm.
and then, faster than she can process it, paige feels azzi’s lips crash into hers with a force that knocks the breath from her lungs.
it takes a second to find her footing. it’s rough, impatient, bodies moving before their brains can catch up, but soon paige is kissing back like a reflex. like it’s something she’s prepared for, something she’s used to. she slides her hands down to the curve of azzi’s back to cushion her from the sharp edge of the glass tabletop, groaning as azzi’s fingers find her neck a moment later and tangle in a wad of damp blond hair.
validation pumps through paige’s bloodstream, fueling every kiss, every touch. it feels good to know for sure that she’s been just as bold as she needed to be. that they’d been on the same page—they just needed a spark to get the fire going.
and anyway, azzi’s pulling her weight now. she fans the flame with every second of restless push and pull, with every smooth stroke and rapid recoil of her tongue against paige’s through their barely parted lips. a soft yelp slips out as paige strengthens her grip, hands clenching tighter. she’s never liked being second in line for control.
so she takes it.
she leans forward, forcing herself harder onto azzi—bodies pressed together, the air between them heavy and taut. paige breaks away to take a breath, hovering above azzi’s lips long after her lungs have relaxed. she waits patiently for azzi to chase her touch, to need more, to need her.
it doesn’t take long. when their lips touch again, paige darts inside with the softest, most gentle urgency as she lets herself melt into azzi. she explores for a moment—the soft skin of azzi’s inner cheek, the tiny gap between her two front teeth, the warmth of their tongues really meeting for the first time.
azzi reaches up to secure paige’s face against hers, locking her fingers under the slope of paige’s jaw. her rhythm slows for a second as paige’s hands slip down to the back of her shorts, startled at the sudden forwardness, but soon she’s pulling paige in harder, kissing deeper than before.
she doesn’t protest when she’s lifted off the ground a moment later, just hooks her legs around paige’s body and adjusts the position of her hands to keep their faces close together. another wave of satisfaction washes over paige at the sheer urgency radiating from azzi’s body, at the tightness of her grip, like azzi can’t bear to waste a single second now that they’ve actually made it here. she may have barely uttered a word since she walked in, but her actions have spoken louder than her silence. she’s been waiting for this. she’s been just as desperate.
paige carries her into the living room and lowers her onto the couch, careful to lay her head gently on the armrest. they break for a second as paige positions herself comfortably on the couch, and she smirks at the way azzi’s face droops into the slightest pout when she realizes their lips are too far to reconnect. paige bites back a grin as she lowers her head to give azzi what she’d been missing. the act sends something fluttering through her core.
she anchors one hand on the armrest beside azzi’s head and the other just under the hem of her t-shirt, stroking the warm skin of her abdomen gently. they trade soft, almost unintelligible moans as each kiss grows sloppier, as the buzz between them morphs from solidity and definition to something fluid and freeform. paige lets her lips drag across the perimeter of azzi’s mouth, trailing desire in the form of warm breath and cool saliva, and her hands inch up to the bottom of azzi’s bikini top before she realizes it.
“this okay?” she mutters when she comes up for air, fingers snaking along the edge of the waterproof fabric.
paige expects a nod in response, maybe a breathless, “mm-hmm,” but azzi does neither. instead, she reaches up to the back of her neck and pulls at a loose strand on the bow she’d secured her top with.
it falls forward as the knot unravels, leaving her completely exposed under her t-shirt. paige stalls at first, leans back down for a kiss and lets her fingers trace gently over azzi’s curves, but then she rests the center of her palm against a hardened nipple and begins to apply more pressure. azzi’s back arches at the touch, hips colliding with paige’s as they lift, and her hands fall from paige’s face to her back.
paige shivers as azzi’s fingernails drift between her shoulderblades, as the depth of their kisses dictate whether azzi delivers a light tickle or a gentle scrape. it’s impossible to focus on anything other than the burn below her waist now. she’s already aching, already soaked, already desperate for a release she’s nowhere close to yet.
and the more her mind dwells on her restraint, the more her body fights impatiently to offset it. paige trails her lips to the corner of azzi’s mouth, then the edge of her jawline, and the divot under her ear, and the top of her neck. the moans she elicits in response fall to her ears like poetry, seductive and captivating in a way that introduces aggression to her fingertips. her thumb brushes harder against azzi’s nipple as she nibbles delicately, mindlessly, her mouth directed by a force she can’t quite name.
“paige,” azzi breathes, chin lifting to the ceiling as her back arches higher. paige feels her shirt tighten as azzi’s fingers clench around it, bringing the hem from her waist to her shoulders.
“hmm?” paige hums into her ear between wet, open-mouthed kisses. “you okay?”
she lowers her hips onto azzi’s—just to tease, to feel her out, though the pressure does feel nice against her own body. she watches as azzi releases a silent gasp, fingers grasping her shirt tighter.
“take this off,” azzi mumbles. “wanna feel you.”
paige’s lips linger around azzi’s neck for a moment, a smirk beginning to form at the edges of her mouth. she lifts her head when azzi’s grip feels strong enough to tear the cotton right off her back, then adjusts her arms and pulls the shirt over her head with one swift motion.
azzi takes a long look, eyes tracing paige’s body from the bottom of her waist to the edge of the black sports bra she’d gone swimming in. paige catches a soft redness blooming in her cheeks as she stares.
the desire in her gaze leaves paige burning hotter, craving what her tongue hasn’t touched yet, and she gathers azzi’s shirt in one hand and lifts it higher as her head ducks lower. the body below hers stiffens at the exposure, at the air and the eyes on her skin, but azzi rests her head deeper into the armrest and shuts her eyes as paige begins to lay messy kisses along her ribcage.
she reaches behind her back to undo the other knot holding her swimsuit top together, a soft whine leaving her mouth as paige’s lips reach the edge of her breast. when it’s loose enough, paige pulls it off impatiently and tosses it to the floor, taking azzi’s nipple in her mouth as their bare bodies press together.
“oh, god,” azzi sighs, eyes flickering open for a second before shutting again. paige begins to suck softly, tongue flicking gently against the raised nub, and she lets out a grunt as azzi’s legs wrap around her back to keep her close. her navel presses against the elastic band at the top of azzi’s shorts, making her more aware of what lies not far below. she’d like to take her time, to let it all play out slowly, but the anticipation adds an urgency to the ache that clouds the front of her mind.
she pulls azzi deeper into her mouth, keeping the same rhythm as she begins to brush the other nipple with her thumb. azzi’s hips buck again, rapid enough that it feels reflexive rather than intentional, and she secures paige’s head in place with her hands like she can’t trust paige not to mess around. the persistence makes her grow louder, shifting from gentle sighs to heavier moans that echo softly off the walls.
paige switches to azzi’s other breast, latching on quickly, but she’s not quite quick enough and it makes azzi frustrated anyway. the grip on the back of her head tightens, her roots pulling between azzi’s knuckles with enough strength to make her wince. she lets her teeth graze azzi’s nipple, lips curling into a smirk as azzi’s hips rise with more intention this time.
“my bad,” she chuckles, her voice muffled against azzi’s skin. the vibration makes azzi shudder. still, she relaxes her grip just a bit in response.
paige reaches down to azzi’s thighs, tracing gently with her fingers as her mouth continues to work azzi’s nipple. she reaches under azzi’s shorts and lets her fingertips drift along the curve between azzi’s leg and her waist, then teases softly with long, feathery strokes. azzi’s growing more impatient now—she lets her hips linger longer against paige’s abs, grinding hard with each wave of pleasure that comes over her. it demolishes what’s left of paige’s restraint.
paige lets her lips drift from azzi’s breast again, trailing in a slow path across the center of her body, inching lower with a slowness that’s careful and deliberate. this time, azzi lets her. her fingers stroke paige’s head gently, her body arching so paige’s lips can press against her harder. paige steals a quick glance forward without lifting her mouth from its descent down the length of azzi’s abdomen, and the sight of azzi’s bottom lip between her teeth as she pushes out shaky breaths sends a chill across her body.
the gaps grow after that. she sucks lightly at the razor-sharp inward curve of azzi’s ribcage, then jumps down to the side of her navel, then nips at the skin just below the waistband of her shorts until azzi lets out a frustrated groan and reaches down to pull them off. paige smirks and guides azzi’s legs to help her, resting one against the back of the couch once her shorts are off.
it was probably for the best that they’d stayed on at the beach earlier—the x-ray vision paige has magically developed definitely would’ve landed her in trouble. she scans the ribbed black material of the bottom half of azzi’s bikini as she readjusts herself on the couch, eyes tracing the curves and creases and edges it conceals, and her lips land along azzi’s v-line again. they’re spread wider this time as she slides her mouth over the edge of the swimsuit, leaving wet kisses seeping through.
azzi begins to whimper softly. her hand reaches down for one of the knots holding her bikini together, but paige swats it away and covers it with her own hand.
“i got you,” she murmurs. “i promise. just hold on for me a little longer.”
she watches as azzi pushes out a long breath through her nose, gripping onto the side of the couch to steady herself. her neediness is almost intoxicating. it adds a sureness to paige’s movements—a firmness in her lips opening wide and closing in tight, an urgency in the swirls and stripes she traces with her tongue, a hunger in the cadence she drags her mouth with.
paige moves lower until she reaches the divide she’d been awaiting and sighs as she breathes azzi in, her actions steady even though she’s onto more delicate territory now. azzi squirms under her, startled by the sudden jump, so paige hooks an arm under her thigh to keep her from moving.
she lingers along the border for a moment before skipping down to the side of where she estimates azzi’s opening lies. she laps at the edge of the swimsuit, sucking the wetness that’s already pooled there into her mouth through the fabric as the taste of azzi’s desire settles on her tongue. azzi’s hand clenches around her hair again, whimpers deepening into impatient moans, but paige doesn’t let it move her. she takes her time sliding closer to azzi’s center, adding pressure little by little along the way before suctioning harder and licking rhythmically against azzi’s entrance.
“oh, shit,” azzi groans under her breath, her body beginning to tremble under paige’s hold. “fuck, paige, i can’t—”
“i said i got you,” paige cuts in, voice sharp with amusement more than annoyance. her eyes flick up to azzi’s face, catching a small, reluctant nod before ducking back down to continue.
she reaches for the sides of azzi’s swimsuit then, pulling to loosen the knots while holding the material in place as she keeps her mouth firm against azzi’s center. her tongue swipes up the tiniest bit further with every stroke, teasing gently between azzi’s folds, landing just shy of where azzi wants her.
“you know how fucking wet i am right now?” she mutters between strokes. “don’t even need you to touch me. that’s how badly i want you.”
azzi lets out a low moan as she takes in paige’s admission, chest heaving, breaths ragged. “you know you can have me if you stop playing, right?”
“where’s the fun in that?” paige chuckles. she presses a soft kiss to azzi’s throbbing clit, pulling back quickly when azzi’s body writhes in response.
“you gotta be some type of masochist,” azzi hisses. “this isn’t a fucking game.”
paige rolls her eyes, dropping her lips again and letting them land harder. “no pain, no gain,” she jokes. “you’re a tough cookie. you can wait for me.”
“no, i can’t, paige. please,” azzi whines. she squeezes her eyes shut again, pouting gently as her back arches higher. she tries to force paige’s head down lower, but paige resists her and begins to kiss slowly along sides of azzi’s bikini.
“i mean, on second thought,” she murmurs, “i think i like hearing you beg for me.”
azzi scoffs and shakes her head, trying and failing again to force paige back down where she wants her. “no.”
“yes,” paige replies calmly against her skin. “use your manners and i’m all yours.”
“i don’t beg.”
“first time for everything. you got it.”
“paige,” azzi whines, raspy and harsh and impatient. “stop.”
paige kisses azzi’s clit again, gentle and unhurried. “all you gotta do is say please. it’s not rocket science.”
azzi’s jaw falls at the buzz of paige’s mouth right where she wants it, and for a second, paige stares in awe as the stubbornness in azzi’s face holds steady.
but when she kisses harder, lets her tongue ghost just over the surface, azzi’s composure shatters right before her eyes.
“please, paige,” azzi cries out, lifting her hips to align her core with paige’s mouth. “pleasepleaseplea—”
“please what?” paige teases. she smirks smugly at the whine in azzi’s voice, at the way her nose stays crinkled into a pout, at her lower lip protruding. “how am i supposed to know what you want if you don’t tell me?”
azzi locks eyes with her—whites glassy, outer corners still pulled down discontentedly. “i want you,” she pleads.
it’s good enough for paige. more than good, actually, because she’s gotten azzi to admit to what she’d refused to verbalize all this time. there’s no more doubt. no more arguing. it’s all out in the open.
so paige finally takes her, right over the tight stretch of warm, wet fabric. she closes her lips around the bud and drags her tongue flat against it in even, back-and-forth strokes, reaching high and dipping low like a pendulum. azzi guides her head again, grip looser this time, and paige lets herself be positioned exactly where she’s wanted.
“just…” azzi breathes, her voice tinged with need. “jus—fuck. just like that.”
the affirmation falls straight to paige’s tongue, movements quickening and pressing harder against azzi’s core. she toys with the straps at the side of azzi’s bikini and the tension on it weakens as she relaxes her hold.
her fingers drift under the seam, brushing over a trail of sand that had collected beneath it. she sweeps it away before lifting her mouth and pulling the bikini off, then takes a moment to admire the tan lines she’s revealed. azzi groans at the cool air hitting her skin. she sinks back into the couch when paige’s lips reconnect with her body, muscles loosening as she lets herself be pleased.
azzi’s silent as the seconds stretch into minutes, and paige finds herself missing the sound of helpless moans echoing through the room. she sees pure bliss every time her eyes find azzi’s face across the couch—eyes shut gently, lips hanging open in a soft oval, breaths even and calm. somehow, it’s validating to provide such steady satisfaction. it’s not flashy. not exaggerated. it’s pure.
each motion of her tongue is calculated and precise, so heavily charged with intention that she can’t help but to take her time to execute each stroke the way she envisions it. she circles azzi’s clit slowly, zeroing in on the center before widening her reach to trace the perimeter, then laps at the slick spilling from azzi’s entrance. the taste of it flooding paige’s tongue makes her eyes roll back with pleasure and her hips bare restlessly against the couch. she drags some of it up to azzi’s clit as she continues the suction she’d paused, but she’s hungrier than before and her mouth moves with more ambition now.
azzi moves one arm to the back of the couch. the sound of her pink-polished fingernails digging into the leather lifts paige’s gaze, and she catches a tinge of desperation spreading across azzi’s face. her brows are knit closely now, lips pulled into a pout again, nostrils flaring as her breaths grow more uneven. paige continues to suck consistently as sweat beads across azzi’s forehead, as her body arches higher until her chin aligns with the ceiling.
azzi groans quietly, eyes cracking open just enough to meet paige’s. the light from the floor lamp in the corner illuminates her irises in a bright flash of rich, even brown. it’s hypnotizing. paige doesn’t feel like she’s in control of her body anymore—her hips grind into the cushions with a mind of their own, and her tongue flicks steadily on its own accord, and her lips open and close relentlessly like she’ll never taste anything like azzi again.
she keeps her gaze firm, unmoving. and when azzi finally breaks, when the pressure snaps and her chest heaves and all she can do is breathe out a string of hushed, shattered moans, paige decides she’d kill to freeze time. the moment feels too perfect to ever be reduced to a memory, to a place she’d never really be able to return to.
she waits for azzi’s breaths to slow before pulling away reluctantly. azzi averts her eyes, covering them with her hands as she brushes her hair out of her face.
“you okay?” paige asks gently, resting the side of her head against azzi’s leg propped up on the couch. she traces small shapes in the soft skin of azzi’s inner thigh as she waits for a response, delicate and patient as she lowers herself from her own high.
“yeah,” azzi says. she drops her hands, but her eyes don’t meet paige’s yet. she blinks at the ceiling once, then twice, then presses her eyelids together hard. “yeah, no, that was… good. i just…”
she lets out a breathy laugh and adjusts her upper back so she can face paige more comfortably before making eye contact again. “it’s just been a while. felt good to get out of my own head for a bit.”
paige rolls her eyes, but a smile tugs at the edges of her mouth. “told you. so uptight for nothing.”
it’s hard not to melt at the way azzi giggles quietly in response, at the softness pulling at her eyes. paige studies her for a moment. she scans the groove above azzi’s upper lip, then the slope of her nose, and then the fullness of her brows.
she’s beautiful, paige concludes. she’ll be fun to have around this winter, and paige finds relief in having gotten the hard part over with. maybe they'll make the spontaneous rendezvous a new habit. find a few minutes to make out when no one else has filtered into the locker room yet. and then they’ll go home in march like nothing ever happened. a short chapter beginning and ending comfortably. easily.
it wouldn’t be paige’s first fling with a teammate, and if she’s honest with herself… it probably won’t be the last. but it’s perfect—she’s not looking for anything serious, and azzi’s made it clear that this won’t last. everyone’s a winner.
“you got a staring problem, you know that?”
heat rushes to paige’s face. she grins and lets her eyes flick around the room for a moment, trying to find something else worth focusing on.
she can’t. they land on azzi again.
“sorry. you’re just… really nice to look at.”
azzi winces, nose scrunched apologetically. “yikes. wish i could say the same.”
“go to hell,” paige laughs as she tilts her head back dramatically. “insulting me after i just gave you the best head of your life is just low.”
“never said that,” azzi corrects, giving paige’s head a light, playful shove.
“didn’t have to.”
“you’re cocky as hell. it’s not a good look.”
“it is, actually, ‘cause the bark matches the bite,” paige counters, eyes low. “look at me in my face and tell me i’m wrong.”
she’s expecting an immediate deflection when she says it—even though azzi’s made a habit of giving in recently—but to her surprise, azzi actually holds her gaze for a moment. her lips part, and she pulls in a short breath, and—
she’s saved by the bell.
the ringer, actually.
azzi’s phone vibrates loudly against the glass tabletop and sets a series of repetitive chimes reverberating through the apartment, startling them both. paige feels hers buzzing, too, and she fishes it out of the side pocket of her swim trunks.
“phee started a group face time,” she mumbles to azzi before answering. she switches her camera off and waits for the call to connect, exchanging confused glances with azzi.
“hey, p,” phee says once she’s on the line. paige scans the staggered squares across the screen and catches cam, aaliyah, marina, and phee in various stages of winding down from the day. “guess we’re just waiting on azzi.”
paige shoots a knowing glance across the couch, holding back a laugh at the way azzi runs a hand over her face.
“yeah, uh… maybe she’s busy. i’ll just fill her in,” paige replies. “what’s up?”
“of course you will,” phee mutters, earning a few laughs across the group. azzi’s eyes are wide with mortification, but she can’t keep a smile from peeking through.
“anyways,” phee continues, “they’re understaffed at the restaurant and they’re closing early. our reservation got bumped up to six-thirty, if we still want it, so we gotta leave in, like… ten minutes.”
azzi sits up quickly, panicked, and begins to reach for her clothes as the rest of the team groans about having to rush to get ready.
“we can’t go somewhere else?” marina complains.
cam shoots it down quickly. “hell no. i’ve been dreaming of this place since last season. not happening.”
“well, i think that settles it,” phee concludes. “i can drive. be downstairs by six-fifteen.”
paige opens her mouth to say goodbye, but she can’t get a word out before the call ends abruptly.
“i gotta go,” azzi says, shimmying out from under paige’s body. “i need to shower, and my hair’s gross, and—fuck, i have to—”
“wait, chill out,” paige laughs, pushing her back onto the couch gently. “there’s, like, no time. that slow ass elevator’ll kill about three minutes both ways.”
azzi cocks her head. “well, what do you suggest i do? i can’t go to dinner in my bikini, genius.”
she stares at her swimsuit in her hands, inspecting the wad of long straps and small triangles. “i mean… i guess i could wear the top as a bra, and the shorts are fine, but they’ve already seen me in this shirt today and the bottom piece of my bikini is…”
“soaked?” paige finishes. she stifles a smirk as she untangles their bodies, then pushes off the couch and jogs to the bedroom before azzi can reply. she shuts the shower off first—no time for that anymore—and heads into the closet to find something for azzi to wear, reaching for a fresh pack of boxers and a random t-shirt from the heap of clean laundry she hadn’t gotten around to folding yet.
“here,” she says as she enters the living room again and pulls open the plastic packaging before tossing azzi the t-shirt and a pair of boxers. azzi’s already back in her bikini top, fiddling with the knot behind her neck.
“thanks,” she mumbles. paige lingers by the corner and watches as azzi reaches for the boxers and pulls them on quickly, then the shorts, before holding the t-shirt up in front of her.
a long, tired exhale leaves her nose as she examines the front of the shirt.
“paige.”
“hmm?”
azzi turns the shirt towards her, displaying the large logo with dallas wings plastered across it. “i can’t wear this.”
“sure you can,” paige grins. “clock’s ticking. hurry up.”
she jogs back into the bedroom before azzi can protest again, and she smiles to herself at what she’d done as she rushes to get changed. she steps in front of the dresser when she’s done to make sure she looks decent, tucking her hair behind her ears and giving herself a quick spritz of cologne before heading back out.
azzi’s standing by the kitchen table with her hair pulled into a high bun that’s miraculously tight and sleek without having a brush or any hair products on hand. she slides her bag onto her shoulder and reaches inside for a tube of lip gloss, using her phone camera to guide her as she smears it onto her lips.
paige realizes she can’t get enough of watching azzi exist today—from across the boat, to across the couch, to across the kitchen now. something about her simple actions in her most simple form is so… intricate, and complex. she’s funny, feisty, a little mean, but paige doesn’t ever take it to heart.
because underneath it all, azzi’s perfectly ripe—soft, and sweet, and flushed of any trace of bitterness. paige is just lucky she gets to be trusted with it.
she clears her throat to pull herself out of her trance, stepping over to the door as azzi tosses the lip gloss back into her bag.
“alright, let’s move,” she says as she reaches for her keys and opens the door for azzi.
an elevator dings across the hall and they speedwalk over to it, just barely catching the empty cab before the doors close. azzi immediately turns to the mirrored wall and lets out an annoyed huff as she fidgets with her t-shirt. she tucks it into the waistband of her shorts and tugs at it, then smoothes it down when she’s happy with how it looks.
“i think you should really just be grateful,” paige states, a small smile playing at her lips. “you didn’t have anything to wear. i solved the problem.”
she catches azzi rolling her eyes in the reflection as she glides a hand over the back of her hair. “you created a new problem,” she corrects. “and i said thank you, didn’t i?”
paige shrugs. “guess so.”
they’re silent until the elevator alerts them that they’ve reached the ground floor, and they spot phee’s car outside the lobby right when the doors open. marina’s already touching up her makeup in the passenger seat and aaliyah’s spread out in the next row back, snapping a few selfies in her new outfit.
they reach the car, paige opening the back door first and sliding in with ease. azzi hesitates for half a second before following, shifting the front of her body towards the back of the car as the five of them toss around a few quick greetings, but the logo’s too big to hide when she’s sitting down. paige fights a laugh as she watches azzi cross her arms over her chest, then drop them when she realizes the logo still peeks through.
marina cranes her neck to see them and instantly freezes, powder puff midway to her face, and soon it’s a chain reaction. phee turns around, too, and aaliyah looks up from her phone, squinting hard at the… elephant in the car. azzi blushes at the eyes on her.
“what?” she mutters, toying with the strap of her bag.
aaliyah looks between her and paige, eyes darting back and forth. “why are you…”
“yeah,” marina chimes in. “what’s up with the whole…”
paige grins hard, looping an arm around azzi’s shoulders. “just had to bless a fan of mine real quick. you know how it is.”
she doesn’t look at azzi, but paige imagines there’s irritation etched across her face and her cheeks are a bright shade of red and there’s got to be literal smoke blowing out of her ears. their teammates stare for a moment longer, biting back mischievous smiles before deciding to mind their own business.
“sure, paige,” aaliyah mumbles, shaking her head as she brings her phone in front of her face again.
paige hopes azzi can feel it—the quiet, satisfied energy radiating from her body. the relief pumping through her veins at the events of the day. even if they were alone, she’s not sure she’d say it all aloud. but paige is content with where they’ve arrived, and she’s hoping they can stay for a while.
the gentle brush of a fingertip tickles her leg, and she looks down at her lap to find azzi’s pinky finger resting on her thigh. it’s small, basically nothing, but… in a strange, ridiculous way, it says a lot to paige.
it’s the tiniest confirmation that they’re allowed to share each other’s warmth. that they can explore without complexity or convolution. that they can both be ten toes down and have their fun without it meaning anything.
it’s a glimpse into what could be. paige likes what she sees.
content: freaky nasty, lowkey a lot of plot, feelings where there shouldn’t be feelings, suicidal ideation, mental health issues, paige is going through it, power imbalances-ish (you’re a succubus who wants to feed on paige’s sexual energy (paige might die as a result but it’s chill) and paige is emotionally vulnerable and depressed so take that as you will), very morally gray but EVERYTHING IS ALWAYS CONSENSUAL, this is not encouragement to go back to your shitty ex even if she's sexy and you're sad, ok fun tags, sub!p (ish), whiny masc, sorry that’s what the brain worms wanted, dacryphilia, scissoring and fingering and oral oh my, spit 😔, voyeurism, masturbation, so much talking, edging, overstim, choking, probably the longest (but not nastiest) thing i’ve ever written bc what if i retire from smut after this haha, im jk, maybe, ambiguous ending bc im trying to grow up, author lowkey loses the plot several times in this fic pls don't think too critically
wc: 24.5k
synopsis: Paige’s rookie season wasn’t shaping up to be what she’d spent so long dreaming of. She was overworked, poorly coached, exhausted, and quickly running out of reasons to hold on. The worst part of it all was the stifling, bone deep loneliness she thought she’d never claw her way back from, but you might just be the blessing (or the curse) she needs.
notes: ask me how hot hell is
Being in the league was the very thing Paige had dreamed of since she knew basketball was her thing. She longed for the bright lights, the bite of the rubber beneath her palms as she shot, the laughs in the locker room, and the camaraderie with teammates who got it.
She had so many larger than life aspirations and high expectations that the disappointing collapse of it all was sure to kill her.
That was a feeling she was unfamiliar with – at least, on this scale. Tearing her ACL left her with a loneliness and a bone deep hopelessness she wouldn’t have been able to crawl back from if she didn’t have her friends, her teammates, her family, or even her coaches. Her support system made it difficult to drown and she made it difficult to drown, too, trying to better herself for recovery and come back from the injury.
But this is something she’s never felt before. The isolation, the feeling that, no matter what, things weren’t clicking, the feeling that she’d left everything she’d ever cared about behind in Connecticut. Dallas was…good. It was decent.
It should have been everything Paige had ever wanted, but she finds herself making inside jokes at practice that no one else understands. She waits outside of the locker room showers, lost in the routine of waiting for Jana, who always took an egregiously long time to get out, before remembering she’s in Dallas and Jana is still in Connecticut. She goes home to her apartment which doesn’t really feel like home because it’s empty and quiet and her body is still used to Allie’s humming as she works on assignments in the living room or Jana’s laughter while she’s on the phone, and Dallas is good but it just feels so fucking wrong.
Dallas isn’t her. Her family’s spread all over – Minnesota, Montana, Connecticut – and she feels like she can’t even ask for help. She was always supposed to be the strong one, the leader, and she couldn’t call them just to say she missed them so bad it felt like her skin was going to peel off her body and her head was going to explode. Things didn’t work like that. They were all busy, she was busy, and she’s never felt so alone or helpless in her entire life.
It’s easy to smile for the cameras, for her teammates who ask her how she’s doing with guarded eyes, as though they don’t know how to approach her. She’s not a wounded animal. She’s just new and hurting and she doesn’t know how to explain any of that without sounding ungrateful or like she was peering over the edge of a cliff, waiting for the ground to crumble beneath her feet so she could reasonably pass it off as a reckless accident and not the very intention that had been swimming at the back of her mind for weeks on end.
It’s easy to pretend to be Paige Bueckers – brand, figurehead, front runner for rookie of the year. But when practice ends and her teammates are laughing in the locker room and Paige feels like a stranger in her own life, her body aching and her knee threatening to give out, she’s powerless and forced to face the thoughts physical labor and training could only hold at bay for so long.
She just needed a reason. To hold on, to stay, to do much of anything besides let the robotic day-by-day motions pull her along as though she’s a puppet attached to a cruel string. When she drives back to her apartment, radio silent and fingers gripped catatonically to the wheel, she thinks about how easy it could be. She thinks about how easy it could be as she rides the elevator up, absentmindedly tallying all of the floors she passes.
But she just…doesn’t. She doesn’t know if it’s fear, if it’s acceptance, or if it’s because she likes the way she bleeds if it proves she’s still alive. She deals with it – the sleepless nights, the chronic loneliness, the way her own body betrays her everyday. She doesn’t know how to do anything but that.
The first few weeks of the season are brutal. Paige is struggling to adjust, trying to find her feet in a league that moves faster than she can keep up with. It feels like she’d been thrown overboard in the middle of a vast sea without a life vest or any sort of support. Still, she deals with it. She has to.
She deals with it when her team loses. When she does her best every night but it’s not enough. When her coach is too incompetent to do anything or make changes, when the locker room slowly becomes quieter and quieter, when she stays in the shower longer, hardly feeling the hot water as it scorches her skin. She deals, and she deals, and she deals.
She’s just sick. She’s exhausted. She’s in the gym every day and she watches film until her eyes burn and she can’t remember the last time she relaxed. She missed her friends and her family so much that she thinks she might die like this and she can’t help but wonder if this dream is even hers anymore or if it’s something she’s just deluded herself into believing.
Sleep is her only relief, even if it’s just for a short time. She’s so debilitated that she rarely dreams anymore, but the first night she closes her eyes and finds something else waiting for her, she doesn’t know if she would prefer seeing nothing at all.
Hunger is the only thing you know.
Hunger might actually be too tame of a word for what it is. It’s urgent, carnal, encompassing, as though you’d die if you didn’t get what you needed. It’s selfish and not enough and all-consuming and obsessive but it’s how you survive and you can hardly remember your life before you became what you are now.
You’ve been given many names over the years, siren or witch or succubus all whispered by men and women alike as they shivered beneath your palms, realizing the danger they were in. You’d agree, a grin both calming and wicked on your lips, and you’d watch as they gave up their lives to sustain you.
The terminology didn’t matter to you. It didn’t matter what you were. It didn’t matter if you were good or evil – you just were. All that mattered was that you were born of desire and something else equally as ruinous; all that mattered was that you fed off of people’s depraved yearning as they were lost to dreams, thinking they were protected by the night; all that mattered was that this was an ancient call you had to heed, a cycle of nature, a force as unforgiving as the reminder that someone would eventually take their last breath.
It was just in your nature. Taking, at least. Ruining. Just as it was in human nature to want. Always more and nothing less, never satisfied. You suppose you couldn’t blame them – you weren’t a patient being by any means nor one that was easily fulfilled. You needed more because it was sustenance. They needed more because you were the answer.
Answer was also too tame of a word for what you were. Maybe curse fit better – omen. It didn’t particularly matter either way. Still, you were the one who answered the call, the desperate plea from those already at the edge of the cliff, the same way a vulture answers the call of creatures left to decompose into the earth. The desire was already there – you just amplified it, and led them further along.
It’s during the night that you blink awake, your body sore and your stomach in knots from hunger. It’s not that you haven’t fed in a while – you have – it’s just that you need more. Always more. That in and of itself was unnatural even by succubi standards, perhaps as though there was something else you were missing. What you had kept you alive, and you like to think the sharp press of devastating hunger was what kept you addicted to the adrenaline, regardless.
Finding a willing victim was never too hard of a job. There were billions of people in the world and you had your fair share. You weren’t picky, but you don’t think you’ve ever picked up on a signal quite this strong in a while. It’s sweet, almost sickeningly so, yet wrought with an overwhelming quantity of sheer need and desire.
But what takes you by surprise the most is that sharp, pungent taste of loneliness you sense. It’s not an unfamiliar emotion – anyone who resorts to dreams in the way you so frequently take advantage of is sure to be ripe with it. It’s the intensity that truly draws you in, more like a call for help than anything else, like the one so desperate for companionship is struggling to find any sort of hope to latch onto.
You know where the scent comes from – Dallas, Texas always has a distinct aroma, and it makes you smile to yourself, feeling the adrenaline spike in your veins. You were hungry.
It doesn’t take you too long to locate the source. Your own being is still a mystery to you, difficult to explain in how you reside in that small gap between the living and the dreaming, attracted to that thick, heady scent of desire permeating the realm as you carefully wriggle your way into someone’s dream.
It’s simple if you don’t think too hard about it. Energy – especially sexual desire – was power in a lot of ways. As were most emotions, you were sure, but it’s the yearning and the desperation that thins the veils and allows you to creep in. The release and the submission is what sustains you, and you figured from the strength of this scent, it wouldn’t be too difficult to fulfill yourself for the night.
Naturally, the exchange of energy always came at a cost – night terrors, the fading of someone’s lifeforce. Death wasn’t uncommon, but… such is life, the cyclic unyieldingness of nature.
Navigating through the dreams of Dallas residents feels like wading through an unforgiving bog. Large cities and urban hubs were always wrought with abject passion, full of people with big dreams and bigger expectations. The failure and collapse of that was inevitable. Still, though…the viscosity of this person’s desire surprises you. It makes your teeth ache pleasantly. Maybe, you thought, this would be the one feeding that would finally satiate you.
You know you’ve made it when the barrier between the dream and the gap sparks with electricity. It’s like a severed wire, flickering with energy, and your breath leaves your lungs in one fell swoop, shuddering with hunger and need. You weren’t sure how long it’s been since you’ve felt like this towards a feeding, almost reminiscent of the first time you’d ventured out like this, trying to learn how it all worked.
The veil gives into you almost instantly, welcoming you in. The ease isn’t something that’s new – desperation has a way of making people lower their guards, but it’s the way this one feels like it had been searching for you, searching for anyone or anything, really. You weren’t sure what you were getting into, but your heart thumps erratically in your chest from the excitement of it all.
You find yourself wandering into someone’s bedroom and you cast a cursory glance around the room, your eyes adjusting to the darkness. It’s…simple. Detached. Impersonal. That’s what gives you pause the most.
In the eons you’ve been cursed to this life, you like to think you learn more and more about humanity with each new room you walk into. Bedrooms were something sacred, true, not in any sexual sense but in the way that it’s the place people are free to be themselves in. Their decorations reflected who they were – you’ve come across countless framed degrees, affirmations written on sticky notes posted on mirrors, clothes strewn about on the floor because tidiness and drowning were never forces that could coexist. Rarely do you come across rooms with nothing in them, as though the dreamer was in a cold, impassive hotel room.
This one looks barely lived in. A dresser rests directly across from the bed, positioned a little too perfectly, suggesting rigidity. There’s a TV directly on top of it, the remote next to it instead of on the nightstand. It makes you wonder if your dreamer allows themself to indulge in the things they enjoy or if they simply use their room as a place to sleep rather than a place to be.
Everything else is startlingly flawless, devoid of personality. There are no photos on the plain white walls. The flooring is a simple hardwood, but it lacks scuff marks, so you figure the chair at the desk hadn’t seen much use, either. The bedspread is white, ordinary, and it’s then that you understand why their yearning was so strong.
Their room is empty. There’s no personality, no indication of hobbies beyond a gym bag next to the door. You’ve noticed that the loneliest of people tend to carry themselves quietly, a trait that manifests in how their bedrooms appear. It’s like the search for connection or for other people makes them blind to their own souls, or perhaps that the constant self-exposure makes them sick of dwelling in it.
You weren’t one to sympathize. Understanding and allowing wasn’t in your nature, even if there is something about this one that makes you pause. The hunger throbs painfully in your stomach and you return to your senses. It was deluding you, making you softer than your predisposition usually permits. You had a job to do.
You take a few steps closer to the bed, breathing it in. Lingering just below the overarching, calamitous smell of need, of desperation, of hopelessness is something milder, fresher. Jasmine, vanilla, blackcurrant. Perfume, you think, your chest warming pleasantly. You always favored the ones who smelled sweet – they tended to taste just as good, too.
You come closer, trying to make out the shape of the body tucked beneath the covers. They shift, making you pause, but you just realize they’re tossing and turning from restlessness. Their face comes into view – distinctly feminine, which makes you soften. You always preferred women over men. They were kinder lovers and they left you far more fulfilled. The men never satisfied you and they were often spiteful. You took a special sort of care and pride in ensuring they died once you were done with them.
Perhaps that should have been your claim to heroism – lessening the number of lonely, lustful men in the world. You figure the general population would be a much safer and less audacious place as a result.
She shifts again, humming low in her throat. Your hair stands on end, the hunger coiling almost painfully in your body as your ears focus on the sound. It’s rough, gravelly, soft and unguarded because she hasn’t realized you’re at the foot of her bed. You want to hear it again and again and again – it’d be even better if you could pull the sound from her directly. That thought alone makes you shiver.
A crown of blonde hair covers her head, the roots a darker, dirtier color that blends into the rest of the strands. Her nose slopes prettily, lips plump and full. Her jawline is so angular, sharp in a way that makes you wonder how it would feel against your mouth, and you’re sure your vision blurs from adrenaline and hunger when you think about what color her eyes must be underneath her lids. It was sadistic, maybe, but you always loved to see the different hues their eyes would take on when the pleasure made them cry and beg.
You continue moving until your knees brush against the duvet. You can see how the shape of her legs bulge under the comforter – she’s tall, you think, very tall. Gracefully, you crawl onto her bed, cautious not to wake her. She will come to you soon. They always did. You enjoyed seeing the surprise and the shameless horror on their features before it melted into acquiesce and understanding because they knew you’d help them.
Help, much like hunger and answer, were words far too tame for the truth of the matter. You fed off of their energy – you would kiss the very essence of life out of them, drink them in until they spilled over your hand. The act of deriving pleasure is something that kills them and sustains you. There’s no beating around the bush or denying the reality of it. You killed the men you visited, but never the women, although you’re not quite sure if the line you draw is as merciful as you intend it to be.
Finally situated at the foot of the bed, you settle in, your legs extending comfortably across the linen. Your pose is relaxed, far too calm for what you would know to occur, and you wait. Your eyes settle on the smooth, beautiful contours of her face, committing it to memory.
You wonder what makes her so different. Why she longs for something greater, something that’s surely consuming her. You don’t wonder why she doesn’t decorate her room or why someone like her could ever want – she looks as though she’s the type of woman to command the world. Thoughts such as those made it sound like you care for her, and that was something you’ve never made a habit of.
You needed to survive. She needed you. There was nothing more to it.
Finally, seemingly able to feel the heaviness of your gaze on her, she stirs. She comes back into the waking realm slowly, like she has no reason to fear. Her eyes blink open, adjusting to the light in the room – the curtain covering her window is slightly ajar, letting the moonlight peek in. It’s thanks to that you can make out the color of her eyes – blue. Soft, disoriented, yet impossibly deep, calamitous like ocean waves.
You’d been called a siren a few times in your existence. It wasn’t the full truth, but part of you wonders if she’s the vast sea you inhabit, lurking beneath the surface, waiting to draw the next prey in. You push that thought to the back of your mind. It’s hardly relevant.
Your eyes meet. She stills. A hundred emotions flicker across her face in the blink of an eye – confusion, concern, terror. She shifts as though she’s reaching for something that’s not there, pressing closer to the headboard. You can almost taste the adrenaline coursing through her veins. Fear has a particular smell, but so does curiosity, and the latter is what draws your intrigue the most.
“Who are you?” she asks finally, her voice thick with sleep. “What the hell are you doing in my apartment?”
A small, indulgent smile curls on your lips. You can’t keep track of how often you’ve answered this question. I’m here to help you, you’d normally respond. There wasn’t room for much deviation.
Tonight, though, your voice is a sweet, understanding murmur as you say, “You called for me.”
Her brows twist in confusion. Her throat bobs as she swallows. “I don’t–” Her words trail off, falling short, and she shakes her head, sighing. She presses her palms to her eyes. “Fuck. Knew it was the fuckin’ benadryl.”
You can’t hold back a laugh at that, and she glances at you again, as though she wasn’t expecting a response. “You’re dreaming,” you say gently, eyes flickering down to her lips. Your smile twitches, and her cheeks flush bright red, having caught your gaze. “But you’re conscious. This is the only way I can see you.”
She exhales sharply, rubbing her palm across her face again. “Who are you?” she says again, more firmly this time, desperate for an answer. Her eyes are wild and expressive and, fuck, you think, you’ll have so much fun ruining her. She’s beautiful. “What are you?”
“None of that matters,” you say. Absentmindedly, your palm rests over her calf, feeling her jump beneath your touch. She’d kicked the blankets off of her in confusion and you’re not sure if she startles from the frigidness of your hand or if she’s fearful of you. You meet her gaze again, head cocking to the side in analysis.
You smile again. You can hear the steady thump of her heartbeat, the scent of her need, the lingering curiosity. There’s no more fear. That just makes you hungrier.
Her skin burns pleasantly under your touch as you drag your fingers soothingly across her leg. “You were dreaming,” you murmur again. “You still are. Think about it, my love. What were you seeing? What were you feeling?”
Her eyes scan your features. You can almost see the way the gears turn in her brain, thinking it over, and you can hardly hide your amusement, your own anticipation. There was only one other reason you were able to find her scent so easily beyond the strength of it. She’d already made the connection.
Her body goes still, eyes widening imperceptibly, and it’s then that you know she’s realized. She recognizes you. Warmth rises on her cheeks, a blush blooming prettily like cherry blossoms, spreading across her cheeks like gauze soaking in blood. Red is a wonderful color, one of your favorites; you think you might like it the most when it’s filling out her face like this.
You know exactly what she was dreaming of. You can see it on her face – the shame like she’d been caught, barely concealed by the overwhelming knowledge that she wants more. She can’t hide from you. “Tell me,” you request, imploring. Your thumb brushes across her leg, too gentle for your nature.
She shakes her head, shifting again. She draws in closer to herself and you let your palm fall flat to the bed. The blankets shift, too, exposing her body, the way her shirt clings to her skin from sweat, the fullness of her thighs hidden by a loose pair of shorts.
“I wasn’t,” she says unconvincingly, voice cracking.
You press a little closer, pushing yourself to your hands and knees. You lean over her body, breathing her in, and she leans further back into the headboard, throat bobbing. Grinning, you drag your fingers lightly across her thigh, her stomach, feeling her shiver against you.
“You weren’t dreaming of me?” you ask, tone almost amused, but you already know the answer. Your heart all but thumps out of your chest in anticipation at the sight of her under you, unable to resist. “Do you really expect me to believe that?”
She doesn’t respond to that. Her jaw clenches, and she suddenly looks so much more awake. You hum, not enjoying her unwillingness to contribute to the conversation. Simply, you slide into her lap, your thighs bracketing her own, and you swear she stops breathing under you. She’s frozen, not quite sure what to do with her hands. Easily, you reach for her wrists, guiding them to rest over your thighs, and then you lock your fingers behind the back of her neck.
“In your dream, were we just like this?” you murmur, pressing closer. Her fingers flex over your skin, clearly nervous, but you’re enjoying every moment of this. “Me on top of you, letting you use me? Or…” You trail off, smiling when her pupils dilate, her skin warming beneath your touch. “Or was it something else entirely?”
Still, there’s no response, and you sigh softly. You hate having to resort to this, but you hate one-sided conversations even more. You cup her cheek in your palm, not missing the hitch in her breath, and you press your forehead to hers.
Her dream hits you in quick flashes. In the first glimpse, she’s on her back, shirt bunched up beneath her breasts, and your hand is wrapped around her throat. In the second, she’s stripped bare, her chest heaving with her thighs locked around your neck. And in the third, she’s reclined with her hand moving beneath her boxers, face contorted in pleasure as she watches you watch her.
You’re sure there’s more to see, but she presses a hand to your chest and pushes you off of her. The vision fades, although the images linger in your mind, and the sharp pang of hunger returns tenfold. To her credit, she doesn’t look angry with you, or off-put. She just looks caught, like she hadn’t wanted you to know the truth of her dream.
“You wanted to hide that from me?” you whisper, tone amused and sweet all at once. “You don’t want me to help you?”
You hear her heart pounding. “What are you?” she asks again, quiet. “How are you here?”
“I don’t think you want the answer to that,” you say softly, because you know she doesn’t. They never do. You smooth your hand across her face, brushing loose strands of her hair out of her eyes. You can tell by her expression that she hates the way her body betrays her, relaxing under your touch. “And I told you. You called for me. You dreamed about me. You need me, my love; won’t you just let me help you?”
“You’re not real,” she mutters, shaking her head. When you meet her eyes again, they’re glazed over, pained. You wonder how often she’d dreamed of intimacy like this before her call reached you, how long she’s been holding all of this in.
Despite yourself, you soften. You hate the fact you do, never one to get attached to your prey like this. But there’s something in her gaze you can’t back away from, even as your stomach twists unsettlingly, hungry for a taste.
“I’m as real as you are,” you promise, and she laughs bitterly to herself. “I breathe, I sleep, I eat, I desire. Just like you.”
“But you won’t stay,” she expresses. Your brow raises before you can control yourself. You scan her features, trying to weigh in on her emotions, and she looks like she’s harboring some paradoxical mix of guilt and anguish, as though she’d committed the very same sin you have – abandonment, allegedly. “You said the only way you could see me is if I’m dreaming. That’s not real.”
“It’s the truth,” you fire back, “and what is the truth if not real?”
For that, she has no response, something shockingly vulnerable on her features. Just as quickly as they’d gone down, her walls rise back up, and she leans away from you. In all of your years of existence, of traveling in and out of dreams and following the hedonistic scent of pleasure, you’d never experienced something like this. If you had to be honest, you’re not quite sure what to do.
So, you resort back to what you are used to. You cup her cheek fully, your face drawing into a look of concern, even as your heart thumps unnervingly in your chest. “The truth is you called for me,” you explain softly, watching her eyes study yours, distrustful. You push forward, even though your mind is at war with your nature, with the throbbing hunger in your core and the ache in your gums. “You need me. Here I am, offering myself. Let me help you.”
You can’t quite make out the emotion in her eyes or what she’s thinking, but you tilt her head back gently. She’s pliant beneath you, letting her move her to your liking. Gingerly, almost hesitantly, you press your lips to her pulse point, feeling her heartbeat spike under your lips. She exhales raggedly, her fingers relaxing on your thighs, and it’s with that gentle permission you press your lips against her skin a little more insistently, humming in pleasure at the taste that spreads across your tongue.
You slowly trail your lips across her neck, opening your mouth slightly to trace the vein there with your tongue. You don’t bite down – not yet, the moment still feeling too fragile to mark her, but you draw her skin in between your lips until it blooms red and shiny. She tastes as sweet as she smells, a combination that hits you square in your chest as your vision blurs at the edges. This, you think, is what you needed. The adrenaline and the want consumes you so completely, and you have to bite down on your own lip to stop yourself from taking her between your teeth.
Still, you continue to move, your nose brushing against her neck as you kiss a path along her throat. You can feel her swallow, hear the way her breath hitches; a soft, needy little sound building in her chest, and her fingers tighten around the fabric of your shorts. Your tongue darts out to lick up the bead of sweat that had pooled in the dip between her throat and her collarbone just as your hand leaves her cheek to wrap around her windpipe, just as you’d did in her dream, and–
She pushes you off of her.
You blink in surprise from where you’re sprawled out on the other side of her, your vision slowly coming back into focus. She wipes your spit off of her neck and her face twists with an amalgamation of emotions – confusion, loneliness, still, and something else similarly devastating.
Your face falls, rare concern in your features. You’d never been denied like this before. Never. The threat of it all disturbs you more than you’d like to admit.
“No,” she whispers, her tone choked. “I don’t–I don’t need you. I ain’t call for you, I’on know who or what you are, and you’re not real. So…just go, okay? Just fuckin’ go and leave me alone. Please.”
With that, she doesn’t wait for a response before she’s rolling onto her side, putting her back to you. For the first time ever, you think you’re speechless. Hunger throbs painfully in your stomach but you push that to the side, uncaring.
It wasn’t that you needed her permission. You could kill her right now, feed, and be done with it. Or you could leave and find someone else. There were hundreds of other people in this city alone with whom you could sustain yourself. There was no reason at all for you to be laying in bed next to this woman – whoever she is – and be so willing to go another night hungry because she’d turned her back on you.
The part that scares you the most is how you don’t have the urge to leave at all, how you don’t want to kill her. You never went without, and you weren’t above killing. Most of the time, you were indifferent, so the sudden realization that you really, really don’t want to harm her is unsettling. It goes against every natural code that’s ever been ingrained into your body.
You want her. You didn’t particularly mind what it would take, but you wanted to know the way she tasted, how she sounds when she begs. You want to know her, although that’s a thought you quickly push to the back of your mind. You were already breaking all of your rules by letting her sleep through the night.
Gingerly, you slide out of the bed. You walk around to the other side of it, where she’s staring at the adjacent wall blankly. Your presence draws her attention, and her eyes raise to meet yours. She looks…soft. Worn down, defeated. It makes something unfamiliar inside of you ache.
“I will come back tomorrow night,” you say plainly, your mind and your nature roaring in disagreement. Your finger twitches, wanting to tear into her, but you breathe evenly through your mouth in restraint. “Think about it. I know what you need. And if time is what you need to understand that, too…” You don’t finish your sentence, and it’s clear that she doesn’t need you to, either.
You bend down to her level, your palm cupping her cheek. Then, slowly, giving her the chance to reject you, you lean in until you can press your lips to her forehead. She shudders below you, and you pull away without further fanfare.
“Call for me,” you tell her solemnly, “and I will come.”
You both hold eye contact for a moment. Neither of you say anything, and you know your time is limited. You step away from her, locating the soft spot between the barriers again, and you disappear into the gap with hardly a trace.
True to your word, you return the next night.
The blonde was an enigma. She claimed to not need you, that she wanted you to leave her alone, but the strength of her pull had only seemed to intensify in the time you were gone. If you had to be honest, you were surprised she resisted in the first place. Not many were capable of that.
Not many of your nature would allow the resistance, either. You wonder if you’ve gone soft over the years, but you just resort to telling yourself you enjoy the challenge that accompanies the chase.
You were a lot of things. Stupid was not one, and you know better than anyone else that wasn’t the complete truth. Just as there was something about you that pulled you to her, there was something about the blonde pulling you to her.
The hunger throbs painfully in your gut as you navigate through the gap, following the trail leading to her. It smells the same: jasmine, vanilla, blackcurrant, and something else devastatingly depraved. The latter was a scent you’d come to attribute with unyielding need. Your jaw aches from the force of clenching it as you shake the thought, reminding yourself to focus.
You find the barrier much more easily this time around, having made yourself familiar with the feel of it the first night you’d visited. The veil gives in with hardly any force and you step through, your eyes adjusting to the dim lighting in her bedroom.
Everything is…still. Unchanged. The walls remain plain and her personal belongings remain untouched, the TV remote left where you’d last seen it, the gym bag only slightly out of place, presumably from use.
You hadn’t been expecting a lifetime of change in the day you were gone, but what does change is the fact she’s already leaned against her headboard, waiting for you. You offer her a smile, equal parts delighted and equal parts surprised. The part of you that’s starving nearly falls out at the sight of her, the scent of her so strong and overpowering, but you press your nails into your palm, collecting yourself.
“You came back,” she observes, a muted shock coloring her words. She appraises you in the way people often do when they were trying to not get their hopes up and failing miserably at it. Her eyes trace the shape of your steps as you walk closer to her bed. She doesn’t flinch or shy away – she just sits there, calculating. You sit in the very same spot on the mattress as you did the night prior, drawing your legs into yourself in comfort.
“I told you I would,” you respond. You drink her in, shameless in the way your gaze rakes over her body. Her blonde hair is pulled back into a loose, messy ponytail, askew from tossing or turning, or perhaps what she dreamed about before you arrived. She wears a dark, oversized t-shirt that swallows her frame with the caricature of a husky on it, and the smooth expanse of her thighs fill out a pair of boxers.
Again, she finds how your gaze has shifted – not that you’d made any attempt to hide it – and her cheeks bloom with color. You can hardly resist a teasing, knowing smirk, although the humor falls off your face when she asks you, “Why?”
For a beat, you don’t immediately have a response, studying her features. Her gaze is imploring, almost begging for an answer, but there’s something else there, too. Like she needs the reassurance she can let her guard down, give into this like she so desperately wants to, like she desperately needs to.
Honesty is all you have to offer. “Because you need me,” you say again, simply. Her throat bobs as she swallows. “Because I want you.”
She looks like she doesn’t believe you. You shift closer, your gaze dark and locked on hers, even as her eyes drop to your lips before flickering back up just as quickly. “You still don’t think this is real,” you murmur, understanding. When you don’t get a response, you inch closer again, bracing your palm against her thigh. The muscle jumps beneath your touch, her breath hitching, and you lean in until your nose brushes her cheek.
As though at war with her body, she tilts her head back, seemingly baring her throat, but the way her fingers grip your wrist in a tight, iron grip only highlights the dual nature of her nerves. You quirk a small smile, whispering, “Tell me, do you feel this?” You squeeze her thigh, only with enough force for her to feel the pressure, but not enough to bruise her. “Answer me.”
“Fuck,” she gasps, her chest heaving. Amusement and desire warms your body – you’ve hardly touched her and she’s already so responsive to you. “I do.”
You slide your hand up the side of her body, feeling the definition in her abdominals through her shirt, the shuddering breath she takes when your fingers ghost along her breasts, the way her pulse spikes when you rest your hand gently on her throat. This time, there’s no pressure, only the heavy weight of your palm and the quiet threat of what you could do. “And this, my love?”
She nods shakily, exhaling a responding yes, and you smile as you curl your hand around the back of her neck. Your lips trail down her cheek, nipping at her jaw. Her breathing comes faster now, fingers tightening around your wrist as you open your mouth to plant a lingering, wet kiss to the side of her neck. Then, surprising her, you take the skin where her neck meets her shoulder, biting down only until she whimpers in your ear, torn between the pain and the pleasure.
Releasing her, you brush your fingers across her body, smoothing the skin and feeling the indents of your teeth. It would be sure to bruise, and when she wakes up in the morning with the evidence of you on her neck, you know you’ll have proven yourself to her.
You pull away from her neck to meet her gaze. Her eyes are glazed over, unfocused, yet impossibly full of desire. Still, her better judgement catches up with her, and she swallows thickly before asking again, “Who are you? What are you?”
You have to bite back a laugh at her line of questioning, but it does make you think. Names were powerful, and you’ve had no use for yours for as long as you could remember. Perhaps you’ve broken enough of your rules already – what was the harm in one more? Still, the hunger throbs painfully, causing you to wince before you gather yourself. “You first,” you say teasingly.
“Paige,” she responds without hesitation. At first you’re confused, thinking you misheard her, but you realize a moment later that is her name. You try it out for yourself, enjoying the way the syllables taste on your tongue.
Despite it all, there’s something tender in her expression as she takes you in. It’s new to you in a lot of ways – you’d never once asked for someone’s name. Given the nature of what you did, it was better not to. You’d never once given your name, either, but…
The admission of who you are is a hushed whisper, one that sounds almost foreign on your tongue, and she repeats it back to you gingerly. It hits you square in the chest, curling around your heart and squeezing, and it feels as much like bliss as it feels like damnation. Her gaze softens, lined with curiosity now, and you have to dig your fingers in your palms again to silence the craving.
For a beat, neither of you say anything. The eye contact you hold is charged, intense, and the longer you stare at her, the more you feel like you’re losing control of yourself. You’ve never gone this long without feeding, never let someone else dictate the pace like this, and it makes you feel like you’re about to burst out of your skin.
Paige – her name is so fitting, and it makes you feel a little more insane – gives you an imploring, inquisitive look, one that can’t be consumed by the heat of her gaze. Something foreign and disquieting settles in the pit of your stomach. You realize after a beat that it’s nerves. You’re nervous for her reaction, for what she’ll say or do or think when you answer that devastating, complex question of what are you?
Deceit has never been in your nature as much as omission has. Neither has fear. But with each passing second, each moment you don’t take to be honest, you realize you might have just been a coward all along.
“What are you?” Paige whispers, pleading for an answer.
You can’t tear your eyes away from her. Again, you respond quietly, “You don’t want the answer to that,” and her eyes flash with something quiet, unreadable. Before her thoughts can spiral just as you’re sure they’re about to, you lift your hand to her cheek, your palm cradling her face almost reverently. “We don’t have to worry about that right now,” you say, voice low, coaxing, and it seems to work as her expression relaxes, glazing over.
You know she needs this – not the release as much as the submission. She seems to be the kind of woman who carries it all, deals with it alone, believes herself to be ineffable and in control. She would benefit the most from yielding even if her brain needed a little convincing to let it all go.
Your hand slides down her face, cupping the back of her neck again, your thumb brushing her pulse point. You can feel her heart pounding beneath her skin. “Let me take care of you,” you purr, pressing your lips to the corner of her mouth, relishing in the way her breath shudders at your touch. “You don’t have to do anything else but let me, my love. Just feel me and let me take these burdens away from you.”
She’s trembling before you, but you know it’s a result of the restraint. You can see it written on her face – the blatant, shameless need she tries uselessly to hide; you can sense it – the desire, the way it smells when it’s laced with her unique, devastating scent. She needs this so bad, but you don’t understand why she’s fighting you so terribly.
Finally, she finds her voice just as you’re ghosting your lips along the shell of her ear. “Not yet,” she whispers, making you pause in your motions. You pull back to stare at her, trying to read her expression even as the hunger wars with your sensibilities. It aches, a pain so gruesome and physical you’re surprised you’re surviving it. Your teeth grind uncomfortably from how tightly you’re clenching your jaw.
Paige looks…broken down. You’re not quite sure how to describe it, the desperation marring her features. It looks like confliction, as though she knows what she wants but she doesn’t know how to ask for it – as though she’d been straddling the edge of the cliff and wasn’t sure if she was allowed to reach for the hand waiting to pull her back up.
Her eyes sparkle with the water of unshed tears, and her voice is tight as she stammers, “Can we… can you–” Paige trails off, not even able to finish, and you’re gazing at her with something that feels like concern. Confusion is probably a better word for it – you don’t worry for people like this. She huffs, shaking her head, and she pulls away from you completely to sag against the pillows. “Forget it.”
“Tell me,” you insist, willing your voice to soften so you don’t startle her. Still, she doesn’t speak, unwilling to meet your gaze. Slowly, you retract your hand from her neck, and that’s when her eyes snap to yours, something pathetic in her gaze. You cock your head to the side, thinking, and she swallows thickly under the heat of your stare.
She seems hesitant to let you have her, but it’s clear she wants to be touched. The gears in your mind turn a mile a minute as you process before finally, you think you understand. Hunger spikes again, almost painfully, but you bite down on your tongue to combat the feeling. “Lay down,” you tell her, voice rough from the strain.
Paige stares at you for a moment, confused, before she reluctantly shifts. She lifts her hips to scoot further down on the mattress, her head to the pillows. Gingerly, you guide her to the center of the bed. When there’s enough space, you slide in behind her, listening to the sharp, gasping sound she makes when you take her hand in yours, wrapping your arm around her midsection and pulling her flush against you.
It takes a beat, but she all but melts into you. You can almost hear her heartbeat over the shuddering, relieved breath she sucks in and you press your nose to the back of her head, thumb brushing across the back of her hand in a motion you could only hope to be comforting.
You don’t know what the fuck you’re doing – what any of this is. You’ve never met anyone in all of your time who seemed to be so unreceptive to your guiles, resisting you not once, but twice, who needed a soft touch over release.
Gentleness isn’t in your nature. You took, conquered, killed for your own selfish needs; you weren’t honest and you manipulated to get what you wanted without a care for those impacted. You were starving, perhaps the hungriest you’ve been since you were cursed with this affliction, but still you yield to Paige and that ache in her chest that would turn to you for security.
You’re playing the long game, you think, reasoning, grasping at straws for anything that could justify this. Prey always tastes better when the adrenaline fills their veins; the challenge becomes that much sweeter when there’s a chase. You just had to play into this, be what she wants, and then you could take what you need and be done with it.
Your gaze shifts, watching Paige as the furrow in her brows relax, as her frown lifts in comfort, how her eyes slip shut, as though she’d needed intimacy to finally be able to rest. You feel her sink back into you, searching for safety in your embrace, and you think that taking what you need and leaving is a task easier said than done.
Over the next few nights, your routine continues something like this. You navigate through the gap, searching for the soft spots in the barriers that feel like Paige, finding your way into her bed. Most of the time, she’s waiting for you, already reclined on the mattress and something in her expression relaxing, like she knows you’re coming back for her.
That first night, neither of you spoke. Your circadian rhythm was reversed, sleeping during the day and feeding during the night, so you stayed pressed flush to her for what felt like hours while she rested. You were motionless, listening to her breathe, feeling the way she shifted against you. Paige never strayed too far nor did she let go of your hand, as though there was a subconscious part of her that feared you’d slip away entirely.
The second night, the expression on her face is much more understandable now. You hardly waste any time before curling into bed beside her, wrapping your arm around her midsection, and holding your breath because the way she smelled was pure temptation and you were growing weaker by the hour. You hadn’t fed yet – you couldn’t. It’s been days but you don’t have an appetite for anyone that’s not Paige. It wouldn’t take much longer, you reasoned, and you wonder how she feels knowing she’s relying on a monster for comfort.
Somewhere in between the late-night drop ins and the warm press of her body against yours, she starts talking to you. Paige’s voice is hardly above a murmur, as though she just needs to expel these thoughts and feelings from her body, uncaring of if you’re truly listening or not (you are).
She tells you about who she is – Paige Bueckers, point guard for the Dallas Wings – and she tells you about the pressure she’s under – first overall draft pick expected to turn the franchise around. She tells you about the struggles of trying to support a developing, underperforming team, about the lack of trust from her coaches and the staff, the lack of support.
Most of all, though, she tells you about how fucking lonely it is. Paige tells you about the family and friends and sisters she left behind. She’d played collegiate basketball in Connecticut and she told you about how terribly she missed her teammates, the women who understood her. She confides in you about how, no matter what she was doing, nothing was clicking with her new team and it’s been weeks and she still feels like an outsider, like an inside joke no one has bothered to learn, and she thinks it’s the most isolated she’s ever felt in her entire life.
It makes sense, you think; you wouldn’t be here if there wasn’t something pushing her to solitude or to her dreams. Desire is bred from loneliness – having little naturally means you want more. More intimacy, more contact, someone to listen to you and someone to see you.
The night she confides in you, she twists around in your embrace, pressing closer until your leg slips in between hers and you could feel the heat of her body bearing down onto your knee. Her chest is flush against yours, hardly an inch of separation in between the both of you, and you feel as though you could combust the longer you stared at her.
It’s been a week. Seven days without feeding doesn’t sound like a lot for a creature whose only source of sustenance is wholly energy based, but you were wearing thin. You slept longer if only to ignore the sharp, throbbing pain in your body, because you weren’t hungry when you were asleep. You felt weaker and traversing the gap became harder when you were surrounded by so much need and desire and unable to do anything about it because your body wanted Paige.
You want to know what it felt like when Paige was falling apart beneath you. You want to know what it felt like when your fingers were fucked into her cunt, how wet she’d be for you, the taste of her when she spilled over your fingers. You crave to know what she sounds like when she is submitting to you, if she’d cry or beg or maybe if she’d do both for you. You want to feel her press your name to your lips, greedily asking for more, nails raking down your back, and you’d give it to her.
There are so many different things you want to do to her. You want to see how pliant she was, how good she’d be for you, what you could pull from her body until it was overwhelmed and exerted or if you could push her to her very limits until the sun rose and you had to leave. You want to gorge yourself on her, take your fill, overflow your senses with nothing but Paige and her taste and her life.
You want that so fucking bad it was starting to make you insane. Hunger was dangerous in and of itself, but your need went a little further than simply trying to sustain yourself. The more you learned about her, the more you wanted to ruin her.
Paige tells you about who she is. She tells you about her secrets and her insecurities and she all but stitches herself into your body, pressing closer and closer until all you could smell was her cologne and that overwhelming scent of desire that’s been fucking haunting you from the very moment you sensed it. You throb with equal parts hunger and equal parts need, but you remain patient. You had to, even if your mind was fraught and you were tipping so dangerously close to your breaking point.
You’d starve yourself for days just for one taste of her, you realized, and you weren’t quite sure how dangerous that thought would be.
She pours her heart out to you and she looks at you, her eyes soft and impossibly ocean blue and charged, like the tension between the two of you was getting harder to ignore. It was as though she could sense just how badly you needed it – perhaps more than she did – and she cups your cheek in her hand and leans in until her lips finally brush yours.
The contact alone sends electricity down your spine, a full body shock that leaves you gasping and reeling from the surprise and just how fucking good it feels. It wasn’t meant to be anything more than a chaste peck, but you were starving and desperate and you couldn’t help but lose it. You don’t even give her the chance to pull away before you roll on top of her, bearing down onto her lap while you kiss her again – wet, hot, overwhelmingly insistent, needing it.
And she gives into it, too, a moan ripping from her throat as she opens her mouth for you, letting your tongue lick inside. She tastes as good as you thought she would, and you wonder if her cunt was as sweet as her lips. It was as though your entire brain was being reworked from the contact alone – it wasn’t enough to feed you, but it was the promise that you could finally, finally fucking indulge that makes you so light-headed.
You ruck her shirt up just beneath her breasts, hands pressing firmly against her heated skin, feeling the shift of muscle and power below your palms. She is so strong, so beautiful, you couldn’t help but ache at the thought of finally getting to ruin her just as you’d been vying to do for so long. Paige moans into your mouth as you tweak one of her nipples with your fingers and you swallow the sound greedily, helpless to not roll your hips against hers.
Inadvertently, though, the press of your cunt against hers draws a gasp from her and she bites down on your lip in surprise. Her eyes fly open, shocked and guilty all at once, and you only part because she stops kissing you. Paige is panting, breathless, and there’s a smear of blood on her lip that makes you dizzy. Something warm and wet lands on your chin and that’s when you realize it’s your blood from when she bit down on your lip, and you can’t help but groan at the thought.
You recline back on her lap, breath hitching when your clit presses against the muscle of her thigh, and you draw your bottom lip into your mouth, sucking the blood off of it. The mellow, metallic tang of copper warms your chest, and she can’t tear her eyes away from you as you rub your thumb against your lip, making sure there was no more blood.
You glance back down at her, at the stripe of your blood still on her lip, and you offer her a small, discrete little smile, leaning down to flick your tongue against her mouth, humming at the taste. You’re sure Paige almost stops breathing entirely, which only amuses you. Gently, you wrap your hand around her throat, keeping her still as you kiss her again – open-mouthed and languid, and the first brush of your tongue against hers draws a soft whimper that makes you keen.
When you draw back, her eyes blink open warily, blown out and desperate and her chest heaving. She takes you in, her gaze suddenly analytical as though she’s trying to understand you. You wipe your combined spit off of her lip as she searches for her words. They’re not anything you’d been expecting.
“I need more time,” she whispers, though her voice is jilted and awkward as though she’s come to a startling realization and she was trying to keep it away from you. Too pent up to notice, you try to not let your disappointment show on your face. The hunger was starting to eat you from the inside out, and you didn’t know how much more of this you could take before your body gave out entirely. Still, your body only wanted her. The thought of leaving her here and taking your fill with someone else was worse than not eating at all. “I’m sorry–”
You silence her with a kiss, softer this time around, chaste and forgiving all at once, a kiss that feels as foreign and as new as it feels like devastating bliss. You can still taste your blood on her lips as you pull away, promising, “Call for me, and I will come.”
You don’t hear from Paige for a day. That worries you more than you’d like to admit, especially after you’d spent a week in her bed, listening to her talk and memorizing the way her body felt so close to yours. It worries you because she’s never not called for you, even when the call was more subconscious than anything.
Paige not calling could mean a variety of things. For one, she could be not sleeping at all. You don’t like how that thought makes you ache, wondering what’s going on in her life that renders her so restless. For two, she could be intentionally blocking the connection between you and her, which is a complicated feat in and of itself seeing as she’s fighting her subconscious, too. You know she wants you – that much was obvious and plain to see, so the idea of her fighting her own body to keep you away…
It makes you throb. The hunger and the pain was genuinely starting to get unbearable. It was as though your body was eating away at yourself, your mind and soul at odds with one another, two pieces of a whole split cleanly down the middle and in constant chaos. You’ve never gone this long without feeding, not even when you first became what you are and you were trying to hold onto some outdated semblance of humanity, thinking that what you were doing was wrong.
You weren’t sure what to do or if there was anything you could do at all. You want Paige – no, you need her, and it was destroying you down to the bone. Your body has been wired to all frequencies related to her and you couldn’t even bring yourself to finding someone else, even if it was more convenient or if it was to heal you.
You try to rationalize, reminding yourself it’s about the challenge. The chase. She was making it difficult for you and you wanted to prove that you could. Those were lies you were struggling with accepting the longer this went on.
You sleep through the night, the only way to pass time without hunger gnawing at every crevice of your body, and you don’t even bother waking up in the morning. There’s only so much restless sleep you can actually suffer through, so you lie awake for a few hours awaiting nightfall in hopes that something will change and Paige will call out for you.
At first, you have no luck. It’s stupid, you think, for someone like you to have so much hope over whether or not a human will call out for your help. You know what you are, what you do to others. You’re not a healer, you’re not benevolent. You take and you harm and isn’t that what you’re really so upset about, the fact you want this one person and she hadn’t readily bent to your will? Aren’t you so upset because you’re starving, feeling as though you’ll die before you get the taste you’ve been craving?
But, finally, you get your lifeline. You can feel the pull, the call, and you’re up and searching before you realize it. Paige, Paige, Paige plays on repeat in your mind, unable to think of anything else as you navigate through the gap, hardly paying attention to the countless other needy Dallas residents who could surely benefit from your nature. You didn’t care about them. There was only one person you truly wanted.
The soft spot in the barriers, strangely enough, requires a little bit more effort to infiltrate. Usually, they’re permeable and all but begging for you to waltz through, which is something you’d be a little more alarmed about if all of your senses weren’t so focused on getting to Paige. Your vision blurs at the edges, anticipation and hunger hitting you in full force. Every step you take feels weaker, like you’re wading through a thick, murky bog, and the sight of Paige’s bedroom before you is all but a relief.
When you make it through, Paige is waiting for you in the same spot she always is, right in the middle of the bed. You feel as though you could fall over completely, wanting nothing more than to stitch yourself into her body and drink until you’re full, shove your fingers inside of her until they prune or until she’s sobbing from pleasure. You want her to know nothing but you and it makes you so fucking sick because you’re so close and she just has to let you.
Something on her face shifts when she sees you, but you’re so out of it that you can hardly read the expression. The first night you’d returned, Paige had been surprised to see you come back. Now, you have to hold back your surprise at the fact she’d called for you. The nerves and the slight insecurity weren’t feelings you were used to, let alone worry that you’d missed out on Paige for good, even if for selfish reasons.
Paige offers you a greeting, her words soft and guarded as you come closer to her bed. Every footstep feels like you’re walking with cinderblocks chained to your feet. You don’t think your appearance is any better, an assumption only proven right when you make eye contact with Paige. There are bags under her eyes (although you’re relieved to see that her absence last night probably was her being unable to sleep) and her features soften when she takes you in.
“You don’t look well,” you murmur in lieu of a response. You brush your thumb under Paige’s eyes, smoothing across the skin there, and she blinks up at you, seemingly studying your features. “Have you slept?”
“Could ask you the same,” Paige retorts. You swallow thickly at the observation, feeling your stomach tighten and ache from the hunger pressing at every inch of your body.
Still, you manage a slight smile, one that’s sure to not meet your eyes. The scent of her cologne hits you all at once, and when combined with the way she stares at you, you’re not sure you’re going to last long. You’re not sure how much of this back-and-forth you’re going to be able to withstand.
“You shouldn’t worry about me.” Your words make Paige’s lips twitch, clearly amused, although the humor disappears completely as you stumble towards her bed. She catches you around the waist with a surprised noise, and you almost hate the way the contact makes your skin burn pleasantly. “Have you rearranged your room?” you ask, voice tight as you try to play off the weak fall. “I don’t remember that being there.”
Paige’s brows narrow slightly. You wonder if the sweat beading at your hairline is from your starvation-induced illness or if it’s from the heat of Paige’s stare. It’s like she’s calculating, analyzing you for something that’s offputting. Your hair stands on end, and the one thing you can say with surety is that as someone who preys on other for sustenance, you know what predation looks like. Seeing that in Paige’s features almost makes you tremble.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” she asks finally. She helps you settle into the bed next to her. The scent of her is everywhere – on the pillows, on the blankets, on her clothes, on you, and your heart starts beating so loudly that it echoes in your ears. You’re so hungry that everything hurts.
Shakily, you nod, although the mere motion makes you dizzy. Her eyes don’t leave your figure. “You didn’t call last night,” you say aloud. The weakness in your voice would otherwise infuriate you, but you can hardly think about that right now. You grin half-heartedly at her, trying to put some mischief in your words as you ask, “Are you seeing other people, my love?”
Paige quirks a small smile in return. It doesn’t meet her eyes. “Was busy,” she responds. “Couldn’t sleep.” She doesn’t say anything else after that. You hum quietly, the sound vibrating in your chest, and you wrack your brain for something to say – anything that could possibly move this along. You come up blank.
You’re only able to muster enough energy to roll onto your side, propping your head up on the palm of your hand as you gaze at Paige, who is reclined against the pillows. You both stare at each other for a few beats, gazes charged, before you find your words. “When are you going to admit it?”
Her eyes widen imperceptibly, clearly not expecting that question. She studies your features closely, lips twitching as she echoes, “Admit what?”
“That you need me.”
And for a beat, Paige is silent. Part of you worries that you’d pushed her too far and you might truly perish like this, while another part of you, the one more concerned with survival, urges you to take, anyways. It’s the circle of life, you figure, and nature isn’t one to be forgiving.
Finally, Paige smiles at you. It’s tender, knowing, a little mischievous, and she rests her palm atop your thigh. You shiver, eyes flickering to hers. Her voice is all but a low rumble as she speaks.
“You want me to say it that bad?” she murmurs, teasing. “You want me to tell you I want you to touch me? That every night when I go to bed, you’re the only thing I see? That I wake up wet, and when I fuck myself in the morning, I’m wishin’ it were your fingers instead?”
Fuck. Your heart slams against your chest, mouth running dry at those words alone. God, you were so fucking close – you just needed to get your hands on her. You do, sliding your hand under her sleep shirt, feeling her skin as it warms under your touch. “I’m right here, darling,” you promise. “You don’t have to imagine it. Let me give you what you want.”
A single charged, tense moment passes between the two of you. Paige’s pupils dilate, adrenaline courses through your veins, and you’re not sure who moves first. All you know is that Paige’s hands tangle in your hair, pulling you closer into her, and you groan in relief when her lips meet yours.
It feels like all of your synapses are exploding all at once; sweet, devastating pleasure coiling in your gut. She flicks her tongue along the seam of your lips and you grant her entrance, swallowing her moan immediately. Paige tastes like heaven, a mix of cloying florals and something heady with desire. You nip her bottom lip as she parts from you to suck in a quick breath, drawing another ragged sound from her, and she adjusts the angle when she dives back in, kissing you deeply.
Never in your life had you ever thought it would be possible for a kiss to energize you the way this one has, but you’re not surprised in the slightest. Your mind runs wild with possibilities – fucking your hips into Paige’s, feeling her slick and her cum as it blends with yours; wrapping her thighs around your head and drinking from her until she was boneless; letting her use you to get off. There was nothing more gratifying than the orgasms you’d eventually pull from her. Thinking about it makes you weak.
You hook your leg over her waist, not disconnecting your lips as you use your leverage to roll her onto her back. You roll your hips, drawing a sharp gasp from her when your cunts press together, and you can’t hold back a grin as you slip your tongue back into her mouth. It’s messy but you don’t care, relishing in the greed with which she kisses you back. Suddenly, she flips the both of you again, and you can’t hold back a gasp of your own as your back hits the mattress.
Paige props herself up with one arm, leaning over you. Her lips are spit-slick and red, hair wild, eyes full of want. Too far gone, you try to lean up to connect your lips again but she stops you with a hand to your heaving chest. Her fingers brush your nipples, causing your breath to hitch, before she rests her palm over your throat.
You know she can feel your thundering pulse. The heavy weight of her hand wrapped around your windpipe only makes you wetter when she squeezes lightly – not enough to truly hurt you, but enough to draw your attention to her. “When were you going to admit it?” she whispers, rolling her hips into yours as she ghosts her lips along your jaw.
You grin, tilting your head back to give her more space to work with, spreading your legs to accommodate her size in between you. You weren’t sure how you didn’t realize it before, but she was massive. Her body eclipses yours in so many ways, both in muscle and height, and it just makes you needier.
“Admit what?” you shoot back, thinking she was just being an asshole. You curl your fingers in her hair, holding onto her as she presses wet, open-mouthed kisses to your neck.
Paige squeezes your throat again, tighter this time, and you gasp, your hands flying to her wrist. “That you’re a succubus.”
Everything goes startlingly quiet at the accusation. Your eyes fly open, finding Paige already staring down at you. Her blue eyes are watery with tears and her jaw is tight, as though she’s trying to keep her cool. What guts you the most is the genuine hurt and betrayal on her face. You feel light-headed, though you wonder if it’s from her grip around your neck, her finding out, or the unexpected, unfamiliar wave of guilt that wracks your body.
“You weren’t, were you?” she asks, voice broken. When you don’t respond, ashamed, she laughs bitterly, shaking her head and releasing your throat. You suck in a wheezing breath, coughing, but it does little to alleviate the pain settling in your chest. “I spent so long tryna convince myself you were even real, you know? Thought I was goin’ fuckin’ crazy, then I woke up with hickeys, and–” Paige cuts herself off with a sharp exhale.
“Maybe it’s my own fault,” she continues, wiping her cheek frustratedly. “I’on know what I thought this was. I was stupid to fall for you, but you let me. You saw me, you talked to me, you – you held me. And for what? Were you just playing the long game so you could fuck me and kill me and move on to the next miserable idiot?”
“No!” you say quickly, startled by the honesty of your words.
“Bullshit,” Paige snaps, and you can’t help but flinch at the tone of her voice. “I didn’t sleep last night ‘cause I was up for hours researching, trying to figure out what made sense. You showing up in my dreams, talking about helping me, every night when you showed up looking sicker and sicker? You haven’t been feeding and I was just your latest target. Wasn’t I?” She meets your eyes again, her gaze hard and angry. You remain silent. “Answer me, damn it!”
“I’m sorry,” you blurt. Your heart is all but thumping out of your chest, and you push yourself to a sitting position so you can make direct eye contact. “Paige, I’m sorry, I swear–”
“Stop lying to me.”
“I’m not!” you exclaim. Paige scoffs, sliding off the bed and beginning to pace. “Paige, please. Just hear me out.” She doesn’t respond, so you swallow thickly, trying again. “You were right. You are right. Okay? Yes, it started like that. You – you were in need, and I was drawn to you, but I wasn’t expecting for everything to unfold the way it did. I saw you and I wanted to know more about you and suddenly, I was breaking all of the rules to see you and lying to myself and–”
“Stop,” Paige croaks, burying her face in her hands. You do, clamping your mouth shut, feeling the tears sting your eyes. The throbbing hunger mixed with the desperation to prove yourself to her is an uncomfortable mixture, one that makes you dizzy the longer you go on. “Just stop, okay? You’ll do or say anything to make me believe you. You don’t want me. I was stupid to think anything different.”
“I do,” you swear. You slide to the edge of the bed, pushing yourself to your feet, only stumbling slightly. Your vision blurs and this time, Paige doesn’t try to stabilize you. You hold onto the nightstand for support. “I mean it, Paige. I just… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.”
After a few beats, Paige finally meets your eyes again. She’s still seething, but more than anything, she just looks disappointed, like she allowed herself to get her hopes up about something only to have it taken away. It’s as though she thought this would be different, that something would stick, but it just didn’t work.
You held her as she told you about her struggles, of moving away from her family and trying to fit in somewhere else. She told you about how difficult it was trying to make new connections, to feel like she was accepted, and you gave her that space to let down her walls, to be someone for her to confide in. You gave her a friend or maybe something more – you saw someone who was going through so much and you let that become the foundation for something selfish, sinister.
There were so many different ways you could have handled this. Maybe, had you been stronger, this could have all been avoided. Maybe, if you were stronger, it wouldn’t have come to this. Maybe, if you were honest, you wouldn’t be facing your own feelings head-first this way, and you wouldn’t have just betrayed the one person who has quickly become the closest thing you have to a companion.
“If I let us go further,” Paige says, her voice cracking, “if I let you touch me, would you have killed me? Would you just let me suffer for weeks on end just to keep me around?”
And for that, you have no answer. You could choose whether or not you killed someone, but there was no sugar-coating the fact that every interaction with you slowly sucked the light and the life out of someone until they were depleted. There was no healthy way you could have a relationship with Paige without destroying her completely. There was no way you could change your own nature, your own being, just to protect her. You would have her for only a moment and then she would be gone, a fate carried out by your hand.
Paige seems to take your silence for what it is – cowardice. An admission of something you couldn’t put to words yourself. She inhales deeply, then–
“I don’t want to see you again.”
Your eyes snap up to hers, concerned disbelief on your features. She’s completely serious, her brows drawn together in obvious hurt, and all you can muster is, “Paige, you don’t mean that–”
“I don’t want to see you again!” she yells.
As quickly as the words come out of her mouth, your surroundings start fading out of vision. Slowly, then sporadically and all at once – everything falling apart as though the very foundation was destroyed. The last thing you see before the connection breaks is Paige standing before you, a lone tear slipping down her cheek.
After Paige severs your connection, you don’t feed.
It’s hard to muster the energy to do so – the will. You didn’t want anyone else, couldn’t see anyone else, even as the hunger started chipping away at you from the inside. Your very nature urged you to go out, to find someone to satiate you, but whether it be your pride, self-punishment, or your lingering feelings for Paige, ignoring them was all you could do.
Developing feelings for Paige wasn’t something you were expecting to do. You were supposed to feed. You weren’t supposed to hold her at night, listening to how her day was or what was going on in her life. You weren’t supposed to form a relationship with her, and you definitely weren’t supposed to overcomplicate everything.
The feelings are foreign. You’d been afflicted with this curse for so long that you’d long forgotten anything distinctly human, including falling for somebody. You’d been accustomed to nothing but greed, taking what you needed from others, and doing what you could to keep yourself alive. That was something you believed in. It only took Paige a few nights to completely alter your life as you knew it.
You’ve never made a habit of feeling guilty over what you’ve done to others – there was no point. How could you choose between your own survival and someone else’s feelings? Even the iron fears the rot, and you didn’t want to die. Now, though…death feels more merciful than living with the shame of hurting Paige, even if you were too blind to see your own growing feelings, the way you let everything spiral out of control.
So, you don’t feed. You sleep when you can and stare blankly into nothingness when you don’t. The first night, you wandered through the gap trying to search for Paige. It was difficult seeing as she destroyed the connection between the two of you, but you had nothing but time on your hands, anyway.
You searched for hours. Ignoring all of the other barriers and people in need was an incredibly difficult task, but you were committed. Hunger gnawed at you and your feet felt like cinderblocks. Eventually, you found her, the signal weak.
You weren’t sure what you would have done. Would you have let yourself in, apologize? Would you have let yourself in, take what you wanted, and put all of this behind you? Or would you have let her be, honoring her desire to never see you again?
The decision made you ache. Walking away from her felt impossible but seeing her again felt like betrayal all over again. You pressed your hand to the barrier, finding it solid and impenetrable, and it sent a painful jolt of electricity down your spine. Paige clearly didn’t want to be bothered, and that was just something you had to deal with.
You deal with it – kind of. With the remnants of your waning energy, you traverse through the gap, searching for the signal, for Paige. You know you’ve found it when it’s the only signal that wants nothing to do with you, when it smells like jasmine, vanilla, and blackcurrant. You don’t try to get in, not anymore, but you just stare at it. Feeling her – even if she hates you – is good enough for now.
You wonder if she’s doing okay. If she’s sleeping or eating well. If she’d flown her old teammates out to watch one of her games like she mentioned – she was missing them a lot. If she hadn’t consumed your every waking thought prior to your betrayal, she consumes them now, and you don’t mind at all. You suppose it might be some kind of poetic justice if you died with her on your mind after what you almost did to her.
The days blend into one another, then into weeks. After seven days of navigating the gap to find Paige, you eventually run out of energy to search at all. All your body could do was keep itself alive, which was a task that was becoming harder and harder to do as the hours ticked by.
You were going to die. That much you were sure of. That thought used to scare you, being the only thing that motivated you to continue feeding, to continue harming others because what was more important than your own survival? Now, it just feels like something you’ve accepted.
Except…you’re thrown a lifeline by the second week. You’re in the middle of restless sleep when you feel a familiar tugging in your gut. It urges you awake, and at first, you’re content to ignore it, thinking that it’s just the sharp pains of hunger again. It pulls again, more insistent this time, and it’s startling clarity that you realize where you know this sensation from.
Paige.
You know her call – you’ve all but memorized how it used to latch onto you and take you directly to her. It shakes you awake so suddenly that you’re dizzy when you stand, unstable on your feet, but your body is moving before your mind can catch up.
You should know better. The last time you saw Paige, she was telling you that she didn’t want to see you again. You respected that. You didn’t push or pry or force. But she’s reaching out to you after everything and you can’t help but respond to it. What if it was urgent? What if she wanted to speak to you again?
Most of all, you remembered the promise you made to her countless times. Call for me, you’d say, and I will come.
She was calling now – and you were a fool if you didn’t respond.
Paige is easier to find now that she’s making an effort to restore the connection. It’s like you’ve been given renewed energy and you traverse the gap with haste, dutifully ignoring every signal that wasn’t from her. The signal is as you remembered it, too, desperate, full of need, and you hope with everything in you she isn’t hurt.
When you finally make it, the barrier gives in with ease. You’re inside almost instantly. Paige’s bedroom is a familiar sight for sore eyes and it feels as though your chest could collapse in on itself with relief. Everything is as it usually is, from the plain walls to the desk to the gym bag on the floor to Paige alone in bed, curled in on herself.
Paige doesn’t stay that way for too long, though, seeming to sense your arrival just as it occurs. She stirs awake, her eyes warily adjusting to the dim lighting in her room as you slowly, carefully, make your way closer, and she locks eyes with you. Every step feels monumental, as though you’re treading a fine line between you and her, and her breath hitches imperceptibly.
She doesn’t look too worse for wear, but she is noticeably dimmer. She looks defeated, like she’d been putting her all in just to get nothing in return, like she’s accepting what she’s been given. Desperation and need coils around her body so tightly that you’re surprised she doesn’t suffocate entirely and you know you want to fix that.
But fixing it means hurting her, and you’re not sure if you’d be able to live with yourself if you did that.
Paige is the first one to break the tense silence between the two of you. “I didn’t think you’d come back,” she admits, voice rough with sleep.
At that, you can’t help but laugh – quiet, forlorn, still nursing lingering guilt over what transpired the last time the two of you were together. You inch closer, needing to be near her, and she lets you. Still, you don’t sit on her bed, just close enough that your knees brush against the duvet.
“I told you, darling,” you murmur weakly, “I would come if you called. That doesn’t change.” Paige shudders, as though your words were ruinous and they’d just hit her square in the chest. You soften, swallowing thickly under the vulnerable heat of her gaze. “But…why did you? I thought you didn’t want to see me again.”
Paige inhales shakily. She glances off to the side uncomfortable, her throat bobbing with emotion, and when she makes eye contact again, you can see the tears shining. Her hands fist in her shorts, as though she’s completely overwhelmed, and her voice is quiet, pleading as she confesses, “Because I need you.”
You’re sure you stop breathing entirely. You don’t know how long you’ve been waiting to hear that from her, but before you can respond, she rushes to finish. “I know I said I ain’t wanna see you again but I – fuck, I don’t care anymore. I’m hurting and I’m fuckin’ sick of feeling this way and I haven’t been happy since I told you to leave. I don’t care. I just wanna feel something good for once. I need you. Please, make me forget–”
“Paige,” you whisper, and she stops rambling with a hiccup. A tear slips down her cheek, then two, and you crumble entirely. You want nothing more than to pull her into you, nothing more than to taste her, but you push both of those thoughts to the back of your mind. Your heart thumps erratically in your chest. “I could hurt you.”
“Then hurt me,” she begs. “Please. I told you, I don’t care. I just wanna feel you. I don’t want to be like this anymore.”
You blink once, breathless, and you feel as though you’re about to combust at the seams. You’ve been starving for weeks. This is the very thing you’ve wanted from the moment you met Paige and now you have the permission to. She wants you. She needs you, and you don’t think you’ll ever be someone who could deny Paige Bueckers.
You swallow. “Are you sure?” you ask softly.
Paige nods jerkily, her chest heaving. Her hair sticks to her sweaty forehead and you think she looks so beautiful like this – ruined. “I am, I promise,” she swears. You study her features, and despite the overwhelming need and desperation on her face, you can clearly make out sincerity.
In lieu of a response, you plant one knee onto the mattress, crawling towards her. Cradling her face in both of your palms, you pull her closer and slot your lips together. You and Paige sigh in tandem, yours in relief and hers in pleasure, and your lips move softly against one another, relearning the shape, before the hunger throbs in your stomach and instinct takes over.
She fists one hand in your shirt and the other wastes no time before slipping under, her palm rubbing across your skin reverently. Her touch makes you groan and she uses the opportunity to slide her tongue against yours, deepening the kiss instantly, and you’re so overwhelmed by the intensity and the sheer need that you hardly let her suck in a gasp of air before you’re back on her.
You slide against her messily and your teeth catch her bottom lip, nipping gently, relishing in the soft sound she makes. As you get lost in the feeling, the warmth of her body pressed so close to yours, you slowly drag your palms down her body. Your fingers brush across her breasts, tweaking her nipples through her shirt and drawing a sigh from her, before slipping lower and under her shirt. Her skin heats under your touch, abdominal muscles tensing and contracting, and you waste no time before pulling it over her head.
You only part long enough to let Paige catch her breath, although you use the opportunity to shamelessly ogle her. She’s beautiful – miles upon miles of toned skin from years of training and athleticism, raw strength and agility stitched together to create someone unimaginable. Her soft stomach leads into a slight v-shape that disappears under her ball shorts, and further up, her breasts are on full display for you, having apparently opted out of a bra before bed. Your mouth runs dry at the sight – pink nipples standing at attention, all but begging you to put your mouth on them, so you do.
The contact makes Paige gasp before it melts into a moan. You flick your tongue against her nipple, feeling it harden under your touch, and you use your free hand to knead her other breast. She tangles her fingers in your hair to hold you close. Her soft sounds are the only motivation you need, second to the way her hips jump and chase after you. You pull off of her nipple to press sloppy, open-mouthed kisses across her chest, pausing at her other breast before giving it a soft bite.
“Fuck,” she whimpers, dragging her fingers down your back. The bite of her nails hurt in the best way possible, and you reward her with a kiss, sucking her nipple into your mouth and lavishing it with attention. “Please, need you so bad. I’ll be good, promise.”
You hum teasingly, pulling away once more and gazing up at her through your lashes. Paige’s cheeks are still wet with tears and her brows are pinched in pleasure, her eyes pleading. “You need me?” you echo, just to be an asshole about it, and she nods immediately. You press one last fleeting kiss to her breast, grinning wickedly. “Show me, darling.”
She stares at you, her jaw slack as though she’d misheard you, but you don’t budge. You were completely serious. You raise your brow in question and she flushes a deep, scarlet red, nodding clumsily. Paige’s fingers drag along her skin towards the drawstring on her ball shorts. Making sure you’re watching her – as if you could look away – she slowly pulls the loop on the string, untying it, then she lifts her hips as she pulls the garment down her legs.
She’s left in a pair of gray boxers, but the first thing you see is a wet, dark patch at the apex of her thighs. Paige’s blush only seems to deepen, although she makes an honest effort to not avert her gaze as she watches you watch her. You trail your fingers along her inner thigh, relishing in the way she shivers and goosebumps rise on her skin as you purr, “You should have called for me earlier if it was this serious, Paige. You know I would have helped you.”
“‘M sorry,” she whines, hips shifting towards your touch. You retract your hand, not wanting to give her what she wants just yet.
“Don’t be sorry,” you murmur, eyes glazing over and vision blurring. The sight of her reminds you of how fucking hungry you are, but you curb the craving. You’ll get her soon – you know that much. “Just be good. You don’t have to do anything else for me, sweet girl.” She sighs, the sound so pretty and soft, and you feel your chest warm as you make eye contact. Paige is clearly waiting on your instruction. “Go ahead and take those off for me. Slowly.”
Paige hums, hooking her fingers in the waistband of her boxers. She gingerly lifts her hips, pulling the garment down in one fell swoop, and it disappears somewhere to the floor. You don’t know where it lands and you really don’t give a fuck, not when she parts her legs, revealing her cunt to you. Your chest heaves, far too impacted by the sight of someone like this, but you can’t help it.
She’s glistening, folds slick with arousal, leaking out of her like she can’t control it. The insides of her thighs are soaked, too, and you have to stop yourself from reaching out and dragging your fingers across the wetness there just to get a taste. Patience, you reminded yourself, although you wanted nothing more than to bury your face between her legs and never come up for air.
You only tear your eyes away when her hips twitch impatiently. You glaze back up at Paige, wetting your lips, and she follows the path your tongue makes heatedly. “You were trying to hide all of this from me?” you say teasingly. The blush creeps from the top of her chest to the tips of her ears, but she keeps herself open for you. “So fucking beautiful, baby. You look so good for me.”
The praise makes her preen, an observation you file away for later. “I want you to touch yourself for me. Can you do that?” Paige’s breath hitches, but she nods dutifully. You smile, but adjust your position so you’re pressed to her side, wrapping your left hand around the back of her neck and dragging your knuckles across her navel with your right. It makes her shiver, desperately in need, and you press a chaste, barely-there kiss to the edge of her jaw. “Start slow for me. Don’t rush it.”
Paige obeys immediately. Carefully, she teases her fingers along her stomach, her breathing deepening the higher up she goes. You watch her movements intently, only breaking away to watch the pleasure bloom on her face, knowing that she was deriving the most satisfaction from having your undivided attention and that she was doing something right.
When she reaches her breasts, she brushes her fingers across one of her nipples, drawing a sharp gasp from herself. “Good,” you murmur, squeezing the back of her neck gently with your hand. Your praise only spurs her on, and she pinches her nipple between two fingers, the stimulation forcing her back to arch into a bow. “You’re doing so well.”
The flush spreads along her chest. You can’t look away as she continues her motions, enjoying her soft sounds and her heavy breathing as she works herself up gradually. Paige alternates to her other nipple and you hum, content, sliding your free hand to her stomach to hold her gently. You brush your fingers along her navel, nosing against her cheek to press wet, open-mouthed kisses to her jaw, and she groans quietly from the dual stimulus.
“Can I go lower?” she asks breathily, waiting for your command. “Please?”
You drag your lips further down her neck, pressing them firmly to her pulse point. “Of course,” you murmur. “Remember, baby – slow.”
Paige nods quickly, whispering her gratitude into the air, and you reward her with a nip to her pulse point that makes her shiver. Her hand trails down her torso, leaving goosebumps in its wake, teasing the edges of her cunt where her arousal glistens. She pauses, waiting, and you kiss her neck again. “Go on,” you say soothingly. “Show me.”
She does. Her fingers slip further down her body, tentatively working through her folds. She gasps sharply, body going taut at the contact before she ghosts across her clit and a keening, desperate whine rips from her throat. Her hand shines in the dim light and you swear you could come undone right there – watching her touch herself messily, cunt impossibly slick, relishing in the obscene, wet sounds she makes as she gets herself off under your gaze.
“That’s it, darling,” you encourage her. Paige whimpers again, shuddering, her fingers rubbing her clit in slow, unyielding circles. Her legs are shaking from the pent up need and you decide to throw her a lifeline. Your hand holding her by her stomach gently trails up her torso to cup one of her breasts, your thumb tweaking an erect nipple, and you press closer to her so you can hear the sound she makes. “You look so pretty like this. Keep going.”
Her head tilts back in pleasure to bare the expanse of her throat, her chest heaving. Paige’s eyes have slipped shut in wordless desperation, jaw clenching and unclenching from the heat of it all, and her fingers draw slick, messy sounds from her cunt. Sweat coats every inch of her skin, and you can’t stop yourself from dragging your tongue from the base of her throat to her jaw, humming at the flavor of her skin and grinning at the wrecked groan that spills from her lips.
You press wet, languid kisses to her throat, sucking indulgently until her skin blooms with bruises. Paige whines beneath you, voice cracking, her cunt crying out pathetically as she increases the speed of her fingers – you can hear it. Dissatisfied, you release her breast to wrap your hand around her throat, only applying the barest hint of pleasure.
Still, it makes her choke up, hiccuping with a sob that sends heat straight to your core. She slows her fingers instantly, understanding your intention, and you reward her by titling her head towards yours, slotting your lips together clumsily. It’s mostly spit and teeth, and when Paige breaks it with a whimper to pant into your mouth, you draw her bottom lip in between your teeth, sucking it gently before releasing with a wet pop.
“Tell me what you need,” you murmur, releasing her throat to rub your palm across her chest soothingly. She sucks in a quick breath, crying from the pleasure, and her words come out in unintelligible, slurred rambles. You smile to yourself, pressing your forehead to her temple and shushing her gently. “Take your time, baby, let me hear you. I’ve got you.”
“Please,” she whimpers, “more. Want it. Can I? Please? ‘M so close.”
“Already?” you tease, and she nods her head jerkily, a tear spilling down her cheek. You kiss it away, nosing along her jaw and breathing her in. “That’s okay.” Her breathing stutters and you release her chest, ghosting your fingers along her navel before resting your palm over her hand, still circling her clit. You can feel the raw heat, the slickness of her cunt, and you hum happily as you guide her hand lower. “Go ahead.”
Paige exhales sharply, thanking you again, and she slips one finger inside her weeping cunt instantly. Her back arches with a sweet moan and you can’t tear your eyes away from her thighs, watching her finger thrust in and out, the speed controlled by the heavy weight of your own hand. You don’t apply any force, just letting her feel you, the threat of how much of her pleasure you get to control. On every inward stroke, her palm grinds against her clit, and the soft noises she makes are music to your ears.
Sweat slicks her body, shining in the light, and her abs tighten and shift with overwhelming pleasure. She’s so wet for you that it makes you slick with want, driving yourself insane thinking about what she’d taste like, if she was as sweet as her skin is. You’d get there, you knew that much to be true; you just wanted to watch her chase her own pleasure, begging you to let her cum.
“Need more?” you murmur, lips quirking into a smile when she nods emphatically, pleading again. “Take what you need, darling. I’m right here.”
She cries out again, relieved, as she tucks in another finger next to the one fucking into her cunt. She sucks it right in, hardly needing the time to adjust. Your eyes glaze over at the sight, adrenaline coursing through your veins at the thought of how good she could be for you – how many of your own fingers she’d be willing to take. It makes you dizzy.
Trusting her to behave, you release her hand to drag your finger along the inside of her thighs, coating them in the arousal there. When they’re soaked, you direct your attention back to her face, which is still contorted with pleasure, and you squeeze the back of her neck. Her eyes blink open, pupils dilated and hardly any trace of blue left in them, and it takes her a moment to focus on you.
“Open,” you command, and her jaw falls slack without another word. You press your fingers to her tongue. Instantly, Paige’s lips close around your fingers, cheeks hollowing from the suction as she takes your fingers further into her mouth, head bobbing obscenely. “That’s it, perfect girl. You look so beautiful.”
Her cheeks flush a deep red at the praise. When you’re certain she’s cleaned every drop of her own cum off of your fingers, you pull them out, cupping her cheek with your wet fingers and pulling her face to yours. Your lips slide together messily, and all it takes is one swipe of your tongue against her mouth for her to open up, granting you entrance immediately.
She tastes like fucking heaven. The first brush of her tongue against yours makes you keen, groaning indulgently and only pressing closer to her. It feels rejuvenating and life-giving all at once and you know the starvation was worth it for this. Paige is the best you’ve ever had, sweet and musky and perfectly desperate, and you’re sure you could never tire of her.
Paige breaks the kiss moments later, panting into your mouth and whimpering, and you tilt your head down to kiss her neck languidly, leaving purple bruises in your wake. “Please,” she begs again. “‘M so close. Can I come? Please, need it so bad, lemme be good for you–”
“Not yet, baby,” you say, and she chokes on another cry, the wet, slick noises of her cunt growing louder. She squeezes her eyes shut but you tut, dissatisfied, and you apply gentle pressure around her neck to draw her gaze to yours. “Let me see you.”
Her blue eyes are blown wide, full of tears, and you can’t think of any possible reason why you’d deny her. Delaying her, you could think of a few; you wanted to see her fucked out and desperate. “You’ll get it,” you promise. When she sighs, soft and needy and defeated, you release her throat to press your fingers to her clit, rubbing in quick, disastrous circles that make her hips jump up. “Hold it. Be good for me, darling, I know you can do it.”
“I can’t,” she whines, but she doesn’t slow the pace of her thrusts, and you increase the pace of your fingers, wanting to push her to the brink. “Please, I can’t, please let me–”
You shush her again, kissing the tears off of her cheeks. “You can,” you insist, your fingers slipping in her slick heat. Paige moans again, broken and ragged, but she obeys, her abs tight with the force of staving away her orgasm. “I know, baby, I know. You’re being so good for me. So perfect. I know you needed this. Just let me take care of you, I’m not going to let you go.”
Paige barely manages a nod, her fingers still scissoring inside of her cunt. You don’t slow either, your movements sloppy and wet, and you can feel thbe tension in her body as you hold onto her. She’s still babbling, slurring her words as she pleads for you to let her come. You know she’s proven herself to you.
“Come for me, Paige,” you murmur, nosing along her cheek. She whimpers again, her fingers thrusting faster now as she hurtles towards the edge. “Let me have it.”
Her jaw falls slack in a silent cry, body arching, and you can feel her coming before you hear it. You press your mouth to hers to swallow her moan as her orgasm soaks both of your hands. She’s breathless, entire body trembling from the force of her release. Eventually, she stops kissing you back from the overwhelming pleasure, whispering her gratitude against your lips.
You only stop your ministrations on her clit when she grabs your hand, pushing you away, far too oversensitive to continue currently. You manage a small, quiet smile, kissing along her cheek and her jaw to help her come down. Surely, she didn’t think she was only going to come once tonight. There were so many other things you wanted to do to her.
Your vision already feels so much clearer, body stronger, chest lighter in so many ways. For now, it’s easy to ignore the fact that your good health only means Paige’s harm. Her chest is heaving, sweat beading at her temples, and the only thing you could think of is how beautiful she looks like this, how many more times you want to pull an orgasm from her until she’s boneless.
You wanted to taste her. She’s intoxicating in the best way possible, addictive, and you knew you wouldn’t be able to stop now that you’ve had the first hit.
Slowly, you extract yourself from her body, drawing her attention to you. Her eyes are lidded and unfocused, but her breathing picks up as she watches you move down, positioning yourself in between her parted legs. Paige is even wetter now, thighs unbearably damp and folds glistening with her cum. You wish you could say you wanted to draw this out, make it more pleasurable for her, but you can’t stop yourself from darting forward, licking a languid, broad stripe from her entrance to her clit.
“Fuck,” she startles. Immediately, the flavor blooms on your tongue, setting each and every one of your tastebuds on fire. If you thought she tasted like heaven when you kissed her, it’s better now, and your eyes roll into the back of your head as you groan indulgently into her cunt, the vibrations causing her to cry out again. You wrap your hands around her full thighs, drawing her closer to you as her fingers tangle in your scalp, unsure if she should be pushing you away or pulling you closer to her, and the bite of pain only energizes you. “‘M sensitive, I’m gonna–”
“Take it,” you murmur into her cunt, collecting the slick waiting for you on your tongue. She’s so fucking wet and it just makes you dizzy, diving back in once you spit her cum back onto her. She shivers, biting her lip to keep quiet, but you squeeze her thighs roughly with your hands, feeling rabid. “Don’t do that, Paige, let me hear you.”
You glance up at her through your lashes, not slowing your motions in the slightest. She makes eye contact with you, releasing her bottom lip with a desperate, whimpering moan, and you reward her with a sharp grin and by fucking your tongue inside of her. Paige cries out again, fingers tightening in your hair.
She’s so warm and wet around you, her cunt clenching around nothing. You could spend the rest of your life between her thighs and you’d never tire, intent on learning every inch of her body and what makes her shiver.
Impatient, she pulls on your hair, and you truly have no choice but to give into the insistent tug. You drag your tongue along her folds, pressing sloppy, open-mouthed kisses to her cunt, your nose brushing her clit as you shake your head. Her sounds only spur you on. Paige’s back arches when you finally close your lips around her swollen clit, sucking languidly as your cheeks hollow, and her breathy, fucked out admission of, “Right there, please, you’re so fucking good,” has you groaning into her again.
You don’t let up, dragging your tongue up and down and from the sides, sucking the sweet pearl of her clit into your mouth, never wanting to come up for air. Paige’s body is taut, coiled with power and tension, and you release one of her thighs to knead one of her breasts in your hand. She whines again, hips bucking up needily, but you press her back down into the mattress roughly.
You can sense that she’s close, her hips gyrating and rolling into your tongue, her moans becoming whinier and whiner the closer you lead her to the peak. When you glance up again, tongue still laving over her clit, you find that her head is thrown back, baring the expanse of her throat, and her free hand is kneading her other breast not occupied by you. The sight causes you to moan appreciatively into her cunt and her back arches in response, the vibrations rattling through her body.
You double your efforts, dividing your attention, alternating from sucking on her clit to fucking your tongue into her entrance, humming at how sweet she tastes. Your nose brushes her clit with every downward movement, your jaw aching from the strain and lungs screaming for air, but you don’t come up. Instead, you only press further into her cunt, not wanting to miss a single drop.
“Close,” she babbles, breathless and fucked out, and you abandon her hole entirely to focus only on her clit. Her fingers tighten in your hair, pushing you closer to her, and you’re sure she occupies all five of your senses. “‘M so fuckin’ close, please don’t stop, please–”
You wrap your lips around her clit again, sucking harshly, and her words break off into a keening moan, thighs squeezing your head. You don’t respond, too lost in her and wanting nothing more than for her to come on your tongue. She’s vocal, begging you not to stop, to let her come, and what kind of monster would you be to deny her after she’s asked you so nicely?
You don’t let up, spurred on by the sound of her pleas. You don’t even slow when you feel her spill all over your tongue, groaning emphatically at the taste, making sure not to miss a single moment. Paige is choking on her own sobs, overwhelmed by the pleasure.
She uses the hand tangled in your hair to push you away, but you don’t immediately let her – you run your tongue from her hole to her clit, collecting her cum and her essence, finally breaking away from her cunt breathlessly. Paige stares up at you, beyond fucked out and impossibly blissed, and she opens her eyes in unfocused concern when you grab her face, using your thumb and pointer finger to force her mouth open, puckering her lips.
You pause only for a moment, staring at her, and you grin as her pupils dilate, wanting more. Slowly, you push the mixture of your saliva and her cum out of your mouth. It pools on her tongue, making her groan. You don’t give her the chance to swallow before your lips are crashing onto hers messily.
The kiss is an exchange of spit, teeth, and her cum, poorly coordinated and sloppy. Neither of you care. Your only thoughts are wanting more, more, more, and you still want to know how many of your fingers you can fit into her weeping cunt until she’s stuffed full of you.
Even though you know she’s sensitive, you know she wants nothing more than to be good for you. She can take it. You press one of your hands to her cunt, swallowing her oversensitive whine as your fingers slip in all of the slick there, coating them, and you teasingly brush the tips around her entrance.
“Please,” she begs, her words slurred and hoarse from moaning. “I can’t, s’too much.” Still, her hips chase after your fingers.
You grin, your noses bumping together, and you suck her bottom lip into your mouth, tasting the heady tang of her cum. “You can take it,” you say again, carefully fitting one finger into her cunt without any resistance. Her breath hitches, tears pooling in her eyes again, and you lick into her mouth, bringing her into another messy kiss.
You swallow her whimper as you fuck your finger in and out, the noise loud and obscene, and you wrap your free hand around the back of her neck, keeping her pressed close to you. “Give me one more, please, baby? Know you can be good for me.”
Paige nods, her voice cracking in pain and pleasure as she cries out. She wraps both of her arms around the back of your neck, fingers digging into your shoulders for any bit of stability, and you deepen the kiss, trying to memorize every inch of her mouth. She’s panting breathlessly into you, eyes rolling back into her head with every brush of your finger against her wet, clenching walls.
Before she has a chance to get used to the stretch, you squeeze in a second finger, relishing in the way her breath hitches, groaning. “There you go,” you encourage her, voice saccharine sweet and rough, overcome by the need to see her fall apart again. “Just sucking me right in, aren’t you, darling? Just let me take care of you.”’
Your fingers pump in and out, keeping a steady, devastating pace, reaching far and deep inside of her. Light, desperate moans fall from her lips with every inward thrust, jaw hanging slack as you kiss the corner of her mouth. Soon, she begins rolling her hips into your fingers, meeting you in the middle. Your hand is soaked, slipping right in and out, and you can’t help but murmur, “Tell me how it feels, baby.”
At first, she doesn’t respond, fucked into silence. You hum, releasing her neck to tap her cheek lightly. Paige’s eyes blink open, unfocused and hazy, and you press an easy, languid kiss to her lips. “That’s it, keep your eyes on me,” you whisper encouragingly. “Tell me how it feels.”
“S’good,” she slurs, whiny, her nails biting into your shoulder blades. “So fuckin’ good, please don’t stop. Need it.”
“I know you do.” Your voice is soft – softer than you’d intended for it to be, tinged with a sort of fondness you weren’t aware you were capable of. You don’t slow your thrusts, but you press more insistently, curling your fingers every time you pull out. Paige’s cunt stretches around you, as though it’s trying to suck your fingers right back in every time you try to leave. You love it – love the way she soaks you, the way she doesn’t let go, the way her body is so responsive to your every touch, how she moans your name so beautifully when you stroke her just right. You want more.
Paige is still babbling nonsense, whining about how good you feel, how she doesn’t want you to stop, and you slot your lips together again, licking into her mouth as your palm grinds against her clit with every stroke. You fuck her a little harder, reaching deeper, and when she moans into your mouth on one particularly delicious thrust, you slip one more finger into her weeping cunt, feeling her gush and clench around you.
“There she is,” you breathe out, panting into her mouth when she cries out, feeling the stretch. You duck your head, pressing sloppy, open-mouthed kisses along her jaw, listening to her begging and her whimpers as you fuck into her with three fingers. “You’re so good to me, darling, taking me so well. You look so beautiful like this.”
“‘M so full,” she murmurs, chest heaving and out of breath. Her back arches when you begin rubbing her overstimulated clit with your thumb in time with the curling of your fingers, and her mouth falls open, lost in the pleasure.
“Are you?” you echo teasingly, kissing the corner of her mouth, kissing her cheek where the tears have dried. Her hips keep rolling into your hand, greedy and insistent, and you can tell she’s close again when she gushes around your fingers, impossibly wet. “I wish I could keep you like this forever, all fucked out and desperate for me.”
Paige’s breath hitches at that, moaning, and a small, indulgent smile twitches on your lips as you breathe her in. “You want that?” you ask, fucking your fingers harder into her, thumb stimulating her clit until she cries out, a flush spreading across her chest. “You wouldn’t have to worry about anything but feeling good. I’d take care of you, you know that, right, baby?” Paige nods emphatically, trusting, and you kiss her again, enjoying the way she whines into your mouth when you stroke her just right.
“Would fuck you every day,” you promise, curling your fingers, thrusting into her harder as her hips roll into your hand. “Give you everything you wanted. You’d be mine – nobody else could touch you the way I do.” Paige groans, chasing after your lips. You give in easily, licking inside, tasting the remnants of her on her tongue. When she breaks away for air, breathing into your mouth as her face contorts with pleasure, you suck her bottom lip into your mouth, biting down on it gently. “Say it, Paige. Tell me no one else could fuck you like this.”
“Fuck,” she whines, her hips rolling into yours quicker. Her cunt gushes around you, soaking your hand entirely, and you know she’s close. You rub your thumb quicker around her clit, sliding messily thanks to her cum, and her voice breaks as she echoes, “Nobody else could fuck me like this. Only you – shit – just want you.”
You hum, pleased, your chest warming with the possession. “That’s it, baby,” you whisper, kissing the corner of her mouth messily. “Let me feel you, make a mess on me. Come for me, Paige, that’s all I need you to do.”
She obeys, her orgasm ripping through her body instantly, the strongest of the night. She mewls, clawing desperately at your shoulders, body shaking, and her cunt clenches around you. You curl your fingers inside of her, pressing soothing kisses along her neck and her jaw to help her come down, whispering pleasantries into her ear.
Paige holds onto you tightly, trembling, and you slowly pull your soaked fingers out of her cunt so as to not overstimulate her any further. Absent-mindedly, you pop your fingers into your mouth, humming at the flavor, the way it rejuvenates you, and you brush her hair out of her eyes with the other. Her eyes are closed, chest heaving, and you kiss the dried tears off of her cheeks, evidence of the overwhelming pleasure.
But…it’s also evidence of the pain she’d accepted from you. There are bags under her eyes, hardly prominent, but you know the signs better than anyone else. You wringing three greedy orgasms out of her had taken a toll on her body, although they were a toll she wouldn’t notice for a while. Still, it would be there, and it would be your fault.
The post-sex clarity hits you like a truck. You’d needed it, needed to taste her, needed to fuck her, and it was all too easy to forget about what you were capable of, the way your love was a double-edged blade and she was cursed to be hurt no matter what you did. Paige knew it came at a cost and she accepted it, wanting you regardless, but your heart aches thinking about the fate that would befall her if you didn’t leave her entirely.
It wasn’t supposed to go this far. You know that, and it only becomes startlingly more true as you watch her catch her breath, her body still shaking from the force of her orgasms. Your feelings had made this decidedly more complicated, and this wasn’t something that could end well for either of you. You were a coward who brought this upon yourself.
You should leave. Your time here was waning. Paige would wake up soon and you wouldn’t be able to see her until the next night – if she called you then. There was no reason for you to stay and make it any harder on her.
Paige, however, catches your wrist as you try to slide out of bed, hoping she wasn’t conscious enough to realize your absence. Clearly, she is, and you make your second mistake of the night when you meet her gaze. Her blue eyes are soft, desperate for a different reason now, and pleading. Voice barely above a whisper, she asks, “Will you come back?”
You swallow thickly. You should say no. You should leave her alone. You’ve had your fill, and it would be best for the both of you if you went and terrorized someone else for your own gain. You were just going to hurt Paige, and she deserved to live to see what her life would become.
But you were a coward, and hopeless, and so you say, “If you call for me, I will come.”
Paige calls. Obviously.
You answer. That’s also obvious.
You wish you could say your visits were solely for sex, but they weren’t. The first night she calls you back after the both of you had sex, you just talk for hours. You learn more about her past and she tells you how her day was, and she makes you open up about what your life was like before you were cursed with this affliction. If you were honest, you hardly remembered it, but the gentleness in her gaze, the understanding, brought those memories back to you.
You recall the normal life you had. Your friends, your family. You recall the aspirations you had, how they were suddenly and so carelessly ripped from you in exchange for this new body. She’d sat and listened in silence. Of course she did, why would she not? It had made you ache, wondering if you even deserved the space to be honest, to open up when you knew your very presence was harming her.
But you couldn’t say no to her. That was the whole problem. She’d call out for you and it was as though your body was moving with a mind of its own, suddenly being led by your heart instead of your brain.
You hated how much you wanted her because that meant it outweighed your need to protect her. It made you sick but you couldn’t stop,even though you knew you were slowly eating away at her.
The nights you did have sex were easier, for the most part. You’d lean into it, into the role you played well. You knew how to fuck, all of the different ways you could pull an orgasm from her, and you were quickly learning the spots in which she was the most sensitive, which words you spoke that made her the weakest. That was something you could do.
They became significantly less easy when you’d had your fill and Paige dozed off next to you. You liked stretching just how long you could stay next to her before the guilt carved away at you and you had to leave. You’d watch her sleep, the slow, measured breaths she’d take, the peace on her features, and you’d feel nothing but anguish. She was so perfect, and you were the one slowly killing her.
You were selfish enough to stay, though. To keep coming back. You don’t know what that says about you, and you’re not sure if you want to know.
Navigating the gap and showing up in Paige’s bedroom has become a nightly routine for you. She always calls at the same time, so you’ve started leaving early, hovering right outside of the barriers until you feel the gentle tugging of your connection. You always enter instantly, and you’re in the bed next to her just as quickly, listening to her speak or fucking your fingers into her until she cries – whichever she wants the most that night.
The lines are already blurred. Your relationship was never supposed to be the way that it is, but there’s little you can do about it now.
(There’s not – there’s a lot you could do, if only you were woman enough to do it.)
Tonight, nothing changes. You’re standing just before the barriers awaiting the call and when it does, you’re inside only moments later. She’s taken to decorating her room a little more lately. The desk, which had sat unused for so long, now houses a few photos of her and her teammates. It made your chest warm to think that she was slowly improving her relationships. There are a few other knick-knacks and trinkets, but your attention is wholly captivated by the blonde sitting on the bed.
There’s no preamble. You walk across her room and fall into bed next to her, wrapping her up in her arms. Paige presses her ear to your chest, listening for your heartbeat, and she begins talking – as was your routine. She tells you about her day, the funny thing that happened at practice and how it felt like her teammates were making room for her in their lives. She tells you how they all went to dinner together that night, how she made a joke that finally landed and everyone laughed and one of them bought her a drink.
This is something you feel like it’s too easy for you to get used to. You want too much from her, more than your nature would allow. It just wasn’t possible for you to be together in the way the both of you clearly want to be, especially when it was as devastating as it was.
The hours blend into one another. You get lost in Paige’s voice, how pretty she sounds when she laughs at something you say, ridiculously out of touch. You get lost in the warm press of her lips, the gentle weight of her body as she climbs into your lap for once, wrapping her arms around your neck and pulling you close to her as she kisses you. You get lost in the pleasure of her mouth on your neck, nipping at your skin, leaving behind marks that match the ones you’d left on her the night prior.
You only come back to your senses when she rucks up your shirt, pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses to your belly, to the curve of your hip, and asks, “Can I eat you out?”
You freeze, your eyes blinking open to gaze at her. Paige’s cheeks are flush, gaze heated and pupils dilated, and the sheer want on her expression makes you feel weightless. There are a million responses on the tip of your tongue and you want nothing more than to let her put her mouth on you, to see if it’s as quick-witted as her banter is, if she’d let you fuck yourself to oblivion on her tongue. Your mind stops you, though.
It’s just as devastating for someone to make a succubus come as much as it’s damaging for a succubus to suck the life out of someone. You were an addictive poison in so many ways, and you knew you were already asking a lot from Paige. You couldn’t hurt her anymore – part of you didn’t want to, but the other part was too lost in how this feels, how right it is to share a bed with her, to feel her as she falls apart next to you.
“Please,” she adds, her voice softer now. It startles you out of your thoughts and your eyes refocus as you take her in. Paige is situated in between your spread legs, her fingers still hooked in the fabric of your shirt, waiting patiently for your response. The hunger in her eyes almost rivals yours, the look you used to wear when you were starving yourself waiting for her to give in and let you take her. “Just wanna taste you. I’ll be good, swear, just tell me what you want.”
You swallow thickly, studying her features carefully, taking in the earnestness. She’s gazing up at you with something like hope, gentle and imploring all at once, and you know you should say no, that you should spare her from the pain, but you’re not just a coward. You’re a weak one, too.
“Okay,” you murmur. Her shoulders sag with relief, fingers tightening in your shirt. “Yes, you can touch me.”
Paige nods wordlessly, her gaze dropping to take in your body. Her breath hitches like you’re something divine, eyes scanning appreciatively, and she gently pushes your shirt up your torso until you’re forced to lean forward to take it off. You’re left in a bra and she wastes no time before reaching around to unclip it, pulling the material off. She groans indulgently, ducking her head down to ghost her lips across your collarbones.
The touch tickles, not used to having someone touch you so gently. You sigh, feeling her warm hands smooth up your sides, to your ribs, resting over your breasts as she sucks and nips at your neck. Her mouth is wet, insistent, tongue darting out as though she’s trying to memorize the way your skin tastes. Paige’s fingers tweak your nipples, rubbing until they stand firm, pulling until you moan from the pleasure. She presses her smile to your skin, not slowing her ministrations, and you tangle your fingers in her hair to hold her close to you.
“Don’t tease me,” you whisper, and she laughs under her breath as she kisses a trail down your chest.
Her lips wrap around your nipple, sucking easily, then biting if just to hear the way you gasp. “S’not teasing,” she says mischievously, soothing the sting with her tongue. “Just want you to feel good.”
You roll your eyes at that, but you smile to yourself, using the grip on her hair to pull her down your body. Naturally, she doesn’t budge, having a stubborn streak, and she alternates to your other nipple, taking it between her lips and lavishing it with attention. Your back arches from the pleasure, sighing, and she finally takes mercy on you and begins kissing down your torso.
Paige pauses every now and then to suck bruises into your skins, littering your ribcage with indents of her teeth. She continues further down, kissing along your navel, stopping at the waistband of your shorts. She glances up at you through her lashes, watching the way your chest heaves, and you nod at her gently.
That’s all the permission she needs – Paige hooks her fingers in the waistband of your shorts and panties, pulling them down your legs in one quick motion. You’d been so wet that your arousal surely seeped through your lace, but Paige was in too much of a hurry to tease you as you would have teased her. You didn’t mind that as much, wanting nothing more than to have her mouth on you.
Your heart thumps erratically in your chest as she leans in closer to your cunt, pressing her lips to the inside of your thigh, kissing gently, nipping at your skin. You groan and she doesn’t even bother to try to hide her smirk as she avoids where you need her entirely, switching to the other thigh, holding you open with two, large, veiny hands. She’s stronger than you’d realized, the muscles in her back protruding from her grip on you, and it makes your stomach coil tightly with desire.
“Paige,” you say, your tone strangely resembling…pleading. That wasn’t something you ever had to really do – everything had been handed to you. You’re not above it, though, and you push her closer to where you need her, finally croaking, “Please. Need you to touch me.”
Paige smiles indulgently at you, and she doesn’t need anymore convincing from there. She licks a broad stripe from your entrance to your clit, humming pleasantly at the taste, and you throw your head back in a wordless cry as she attaches her lips to your clit, sucking roughly. The pressure is perfect, making your back arch and your grip in her hair tighten, and she spreads your thighs further with her hands as she delves in deeper.
She’s sloppy, a little uncoordinated, but it works in the best way possible. Her tongue is everywhere – flicking the underside of your clit before laving over it, nipping at it gently; the tip of it dragging through your folds, drinking every drop you have to offer as your cunt gushes messily onto her tongue; fucking inside of you, brushing against your walls in a way that makes you cry out pathetically.
You press her closer into your cunt, your thighs threatening to close around her head, and she sucks in a quick breath before lapping at you like a woman starved. Her nose presses and rubs against your clit when she ducks her head down, thrusting her tongue inside and groaning at the taste of you. You’ve never felt this pent-up in your life, as though you’re already straddling the precipice, waiting to fall and come crashing down all over her tongue.
Nothing that comes out of your mouth is even remotely coherent, your body already trembling from the pleasure. Paige smiles against your cunt as she moves back up to your clit, sucking it between her lips, her cheeks hollowing from the pressure. You swear your vision blurs at the edges, overcome, and you groan indulgently when you feel the tips of her fingers prod against your entrance.
All you know is that you’re begging, a slurred, almost unintelligible string of please’s spilling from your lips. Paige doesn’t tease you any further. She slips a finger in slowly, curling gently, and the stretch makes you feel rabid. Rarely do you ever let someone touch you, but you’ve already broken so many of your rules for Paige, and it feels so worth it right now. Her finger is large, the longest you’ve ever taken, and when it brushes that soft spot inside of you, your back arches with a choked gasp.
“You taste so fuckin’ good,” Paige mutters against you, her voice muffled in your cunt, and the vibration of her words rattles along your spine like electricity on a live wire. Her finger plunges in and out, the noises obscene and filthy, as she flicks her tongue across your clit, guiding you higher and higher to your peak. “Wanna feel you come on me. Please, baby, wanna taste you so fuckin’ bad.”
“Fuck, Paige,” you whimper, voice cracking, and you slowly start rolling your hips into the motions of her tongue. She hums against your cunt, tongue lashing across your clit consistently, but she slips in another finger next to the first one, stretching you pleasantly. The pleasure is overwhelming – the motions of her fingers curling against you with every thrust, the way her tongue drinks in every drop of slick and cum you have to offer. “‘M close, don’t stop.”
She shakes her head against you, causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head, and her fingers start thrusting into you a little more insistently, reaching deeper than you’ve ever felt in a long time. It all feels like it’s too much but it’s not enough at the same time. You hold onto her for stability, rolling your hips quicker, and there was no chance of you surviving her once she started talking.
“Want you like this forever,” she whines, voice rough, unbelievably pussy drunk. She detaches from your clit momentarily to lean her head against your full thigh, staring up at you, her fingers never slowing. Her eyes are glazed over and her face is so soaked with your arousal that she shines in the light. Maybe between your legs was where she belonged, because you’re not sure if you’ve ever seen her look so happy or content until you covered her face like this.
“Wanna be yours,” Paige continues, bringing her free hand to her mouth. She sucks her thumb, coating it with her spit, before using it to rub messy, quick circles around your clit. Your hips jump up, back arching as you moan desperately, and you hardly register the shape of her words as she rambles. “Want you to make me yours, ‘cause you’re the only part of me that makes sense. Just wanna make you feel good, make you happy, make you come for me until I make you proud.”
“Please,” you beg, hardly hearing her, your mind empty and heart pounding erratically. You were so fucking close. “Please, Paige, you’re so good for me, don’t stop.”
Paige whines at that, afflicted, and she leans back in to wrap her lips around your clit, sucking insistently, drawing an indulgent groan from you. “Please, want you to come all over me, lemme please, baby. Give it to me, wanna make you feel so good.”
Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you come, the strength of your orgasm unbelievably overpowering. Your legs shake, body trembling, and you buck your hips against Paige’s skilled tongue, trying to ride out the last remnants of your orgasm. You don’t remember the last time it’s felt like this, the last time you’ve let someone make you feel like this, and it’s enough to make your vision go spotty, blurring at the edges.
Paige pulls her fingers out quickly after that, disconnecting her lips from your cunt. She kisses a path up your torso, pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses to your skin, sucking languidly and murmuring nonsense to soothe you. Your chest heaves, unbearably fucked out and in bliss, although you blink back into reality when Paige cups your cheek, kissing you soundly.
The taste of you on someone else’s lips is foreign, but intoxicating in the best way possible. Paige licks along the seam of your lips and you let her in immediately. Her tongue brushes against yours, as though trying to deliberately let you taste yourself, and you wrap your arms around her neck to keep her close to you. Breathless, you tilt your head back, unable to continue kissing her, and she ghosts her mouth along your jaw, your cheek.
“Can you give me one more?” she rasps, brushing her knuckles across your navel. You shudder, feeling overstimulated but desperate. You nod emphatically, opening your eyes to try and focus as Paige rips her shirt off in one smooth motion, hooking her fingers in her boxers to strip herself completely bare.
Her body is sweat-slick, muscled and defined, and she all but shines in the dim lighting of the room. She’s so fucking beautiful, you think; if only there was a way for you to have her forever, to see her every night and discover new ways to make her fall apart for you.
When she’s naked, she kneels over you, adjusting your legs carefully until she fits one of her own over yours, like a puzzle piece. The realization of what she’s doing hits you far too slowly, still recovering from the aftershocks of your own orgasm, and you gasp sharply when her wet cunt presses against yours for the first time.
The both of you melt with matching moans – yours, sensitive; hers, in awe and relief, and you dig your nails into her shoulders for stability as she rocks forward tentatively, your clits brushing over one another’s pleasurably. Your mind is buzzing from the stimulation, completely overwhelmed, and Paige braces herself over your body with two arms pressed into the mattress on either side of your head. She ghosts her lips across your jaw, nipping and sucking gently, as her hips roll into yours, the angle causing your swollen clits to rub against each other with each thrust. Paige is breathless, panting as she chases her own high above you, and she groans pathetically when your nails rake down her back.
“Right there,” you cry after a particularly rough and well-timed thrust, one of your hands sliding down her back to guide her as you like. She obeys wordlessly, allowing you to use her body for your pleasure as you see fit. “So fucking good, baby, you fuck me so well. Perfect girl.”
Paige whimpers, her hips stuttering before she corrects her rhythm. “I do?” she rasps, voice cracking, begging for the praise.
You’re unable to resist an amused smile, even though your entire body is coiled and ready to burst at the seams. In lieu of an immediate response, you curl your hand around the back of her neck, bringing her to your lips fully, kissing her deeply. Paige groans against you and you don’t hesitate before licking inside her mouth, swallowing her moan. You roll your hips into hers messily. The both of you so impossibly soaked that you just slide together easily, the friction delicious and heady.
Paige eventually parts for air, panting breathlessly into your mouth, and you kiss the corner of her lips desperately. “You do,” you confess after a while, and she mewls when your cunts drag against each other sloppily. “You know just what I need, don’t you? My perfect girl.”
She whines, her hips bucking into yours quicker now. The sound is slick, obscene, and filthy, and it only spurs you on. Your head falls back, exposing your throat, and she wastes no time before ducking her head down and tracing her tongue along the protruding veins there, licking up the sweat wetting your skin. Paige kisses your neck, more tongue and teeth than her lips, and you can’t help but moan when she bites down, the pain blending into pleasure easily.
You’re close, teetering dangerously close to the edge, only pushed closer when Paige trails her lips to your ear, taking the lobe in her mouth. She releases you with a wet pop, still rubbing her clit against yours, and confesses in a breathless whisper, “You’re a dream I never wanna wake up from.” Your breath hitches, coherent enough to actually register her words. They seem absent-minded, as though they’re falling from her lips naturally as she fucks herself into oblivion on top of you.
“I wake up and I – fuck – and I want you so fuckin’ bad,” she slurs, voice cracking. “I sleep ‘cause I know I’ll see you, and…nobody ever listens like you do. I want you. I’on care if you say you’ll hurt me. You won’t and I want you because of that. I want you ‘cause you’re the only person that makes me feel like I’m okay.”
“Paige,” you whimper, panic swelling in your chest. It’s so fucking hard to think while she’s telling you all of this and fucking her hips into yours so determinedly. You’re so fucking close, tears springing to your eyes and your vision blurring. “Paige, please.”
Her lips find yours, kissing you languidly, soundly, moaning breathlessly into your mouth. She only breaks away from you to cry out, her clit catching yours on her next rough thrust, and she takes your bottom lip in between her teeth, confessing, “I’m in love with you.”
Your eyes roll into the back of your head, overcome with pleasure as her hips speed up, greedy and insistent against yours. “I love you so fuckin’ much it makes me feel insane. And I – I know you feel the same. This isn’t just – shit – just fucking for you. This is something and I know you know that and I know you love me, too.”
“Paige,” you breathe out, too far gone.
“S’okay,” she mutters. Her lips brush against yours with her words, kissing you soundly, and you’re too fucked out to not reciprocate, even though your heart feels as though it’s about to burst out of your check. “I know. Just want you to feel good, baby, wanna feel you come for me. Lemme have it, please lemme have it, give it to me.”
Your body shudders, your vision going out entirely, overwhelmed by the force of your orgasm as you reach your peak. You don’t know if you’re moaning or if it’s Paige – all you know is her hips don’t slow against yours, riding it out as she spills all over you. It’s wet, sticky, overbearingly hot, and eventually, she collapses against you as the aftershocks fade.
And then…everything is still. The only sound in the room is the distant hum of an air conditioner and your labored breathing. Paige’s body is heavy and real above yours, just as real as the confession she’d shared in the heat of the moment.
I’m in love with you.
You’d known, you were sure. It was something as obvious as your nature. You could see it in her expression, the way she kissed you a little more tenderly on some nights, the way her body still searched for yours when she was asleep and you had to leave. There were a million reasons she could have to possibly be in love with you just as there were a million reasons you could have to be in love with her, but the only reason that ever mattered was that the two of you could never be in love.
She may say she doesn’t care, but you do. You try to. You’ll hurt her if you stay and you’ll kill her if you continue. You loved blood although you don’t find any satisfaction in having hers on your hands, not when she had so much potential, so much to live for. As much as you wanted to, you couldn’t change who you were – a succubus, doomed to kill the one you loved no matter how hard you tried not to.
You needed to go. That much you were sure of. Again, she holds onto your wrist before you can go, eyes meeting yours to beg, “Please don’t leave me tonight. Stay.”
You hold eye contact for a while, your features softening. You’ll only hurt her. That was the truth. Still, you swallow thickly, nodding, agreeing.
You pull her into your arms, her body warm and solid and real against yours, because you know you love her enough to stay, but not enough to protect her from yourself.
warnings: smut, fluff, sub!paige, soft dom!reader, sex toy usage, spit, slight tribbing, fingering, overstimulation(?), i think that’s all but feel free to lmk if i missed anything!
wc: 4.4k (pwp)
summary: reader wants to try something new with paige after an impromptu trip to the sex store. based on this request!
author's note: i couldn't finish up the fic that i wanted to upload for valentine's day so we're scrapping it for now and ima leave y'all with this! it's different for me to write sub!paige but i think i like how it came out and maybe i'll get more into it for future posts! once again, thank you to the anon that sent this request, hopefully you enjoy it a little more than everyone else! (ngl i didn’t really proofread this so we’re giving it to god…and as always if you hate it idc DON’T tell me)
also that uconn vs south carolina game has given me the serotonin boost needed to carry me through this month AND march, they make me so proud😭 y’all better be tuned in for the game tonight vs seton hall :) i’m manifesting more pg paige and some beautiful uconn hoops!
okay sorry i’m done talking, enjoy! x
nervous was an understatement. how do you bring up the idea of topping your girlfriend…to her? considering you hadn’t thought about how to do so prior to this moment, the nerves seemed normal.
you took a spontaneous trip to your favorite sex shop without telling paige and you blacked out when you got inside, overwhelmed by all the options without your girlfriend by your side to give you her opinion.
immediately once you had eyes on it you’d settled for a dual bullet vibrator, paired with a remote. the thought of paige using it on you immediately causes you to hold your breath a little. but the thought of you using it on her had you b-lining to the register and giddy and running up the stairs at home to hide it while she was asleep on the couch.
after some pondering, you’d figured it would be a little too easy to ask. it was essentially a yes or no question, and she’d honestly answer in a heartbeat, but you wanted to ensure that she’d be at your mercy.
you settled on the idea of a nice candlelit dinner for the both of you to butter her up. then you’d “pop the question”.
you were back out of the house as soon as you’d returned, texting paige that you were heading out for some groceries, tucking the “gift” away.
by the time you were back she was wide awake and pretty tuned in to whatever she had playing on the tv. she heard you coming in the door and met you there to greet you sweetly and take any bags from your hands. she sets them down on the counter and starts to reach in, almost too fast for you to remember that she was supposed to be hands off and out of the kitchen for tonight.
“noo, wait let me do it! i wanna cook dinner for you so i’ll put things away.“
“cook for me? baby, what’s the occasion? literally we just celebrated valentine’s day.” okay, so she was already asking you questions.
“shh, no occasion. i just love you and i want to practice making some things. then i’ll be cooking for you all the time instead of…almost never” you respond in a rush, sort of frowning at the last part but still prying her hands off the bags and lightly pushing her out of the kitchen.
you can hear her muttering under her breath but nonetheless she turns on her heels to press a kiss to your lips and whisper a quick “missed you” before turning back around to leave.
your heart swells in your chest at the thought of how sweet she is to you while you put away everything and set out what you were gonna make.
you wanted to get a little fixed up, or at least out of one pair of sweatpants and into another. slipping past paige, who was once again focused on the tv, you headed upstairs.
after putting on the smallest bit of makeup and fiddling with your hair you grin at your reflection in the mirror. the thought of getting pretty for your girlfriend enough to make your stomach jump. you throw on a pair of loose fitting pants and one of your teenier tops. you’d even saved up to buy another overpriced lingerie set and you had it on underneath, intending for p to see you in it and immediately want it off.
paige walks into the bathroom ready to shower and stops directly behind you in the mirror, letting out a small noise of shock.
“all this for me? okay now i really need to know what’s going on.” she questions, now standing so close that you could feel her body heat on your back.
“nothing is going on! i told you i wanted to cook for you tonight, can’t i look good while doing it?” you reply, holding eye contact with her in the mirror and ending your sentence with a mini eye roll.
she lifts a hand from her side and places it right underneath your bust, slightly on your ribs, pulling you even further into her.
“you always look good for me baby, but i’ll let you have this.” she teases, kissing your temple and continuing her stride to the shower.
as soon as she was facing away from you, you were staring hard. watching the muscles in her back strain against her shirt when she reached for a towel, you trailed your eyes up and down her frame.
you wish you had her underneath you right now.
stopping yourself you huff slightly and make your way down to the kitchen to get started on dinner. you get in with the “harder” more time consuming parts first so you could focus and shortly the whole process starts to breeze by.
everything thus far was perfect, especially for a meal that didn’t technically require a recipe.
you hear the water of the shower shut off and a few other noises upstairs. this allows you to anticipate paige emerging from your shared bedroom and getting a whiff of the home cooked meal, immediately on track to fold for you like you needed.
when she does make her way into the kitchen you’re standing over a cutting board gathering some stuff to chop.
“it smells so good in here baby, oh my god” you hear paige from behind you. then you feel her. hands gravitating to your hips as always and she gently places her chin on your shoulder, her front molding to your back.
“i’m just making a lil something…since i was finally given some time to put some groceries in the fridge. we’re gonna eat something home cooked and actually fulfilling tonight, no fast food, no take out. made with lots of love.” you say, a smile plastered on your face at the domestic feel of this entire moment.
just you and the prettiest girl in the world, standing in your shared living space while you prepared dinner as a way to treat yourselves.
“i don’t even know what you’re making and i’m drooling over it, guess you’ve still got your touch.” she teases, nudging your cheek with her nose and leaving a light smack on your ass.
“STILL? get out of the kitchen.” you respond, stifling a laugh of your own at how ridiculous she was. “it’s almost done and i’ve already set the table, maybe pour yourself a glass of wine and get out of my way?”
“yes ma’am.” she snorts, holding her hands up in fake defense and shaking her head a little.
you quickly plate everything, mentally saving yourself a pat on the back for how good it truly did look.
sneaking a peek into the dining room you see paige on her phone, eyes low and cheeks already a little rosy as a result of her now finished glasses of wine.
“hey pretty girl, dinner is ready!” you call out, assuming she’d want to carry your plates to the table as she always did.
her lips form an “o” as she locks eyes with the food on the counter and then her eyes pan over to you. if looks could talk her eyes would definitely be confessing their love to you right now.
feeling shy under her gaze you shake your head and go in for a hug, slightly nuzzling into her chest. you pull back, tilt your head up, and she’s already looking back at you. you both pull back cheesing, not needing to say much.
“babe this is a little too much, you didn’t have to– wait, are you tryna butter me up?” paige breaks the silence.
“butter you up? mmm, maybe…but that doesn’t mean i didn’t want to cook for you. it’s like the cherry on top, please just enjoy yourself baby c’mon!” you plead, stepping back from her to hold her hands in your own.
“okay…” she mutters, before repeating the words cherry on top underneath her breath and giggling.
she grabs your plates and walks them to the table as you follow closely behind and take your spot across from her.
you’re only two bites in before you hear her again, “okay but seriously what is it? the suspense is killing me.”
“can’t you just eat your food first?” you laugh, shaking your head and taking another bite.
“i think we both know i can multitask, answer the question.” she responds, taking a bite of her food and a sip from her wine glass.
“i promise you will find out when we finish our meal,” you dodge again.
paige smacks her lips a little, a smile fighting for its life to stay hidden.
she does let it go, or so you’d hoped. and dinner goes well. eventually you’re just poking at what’s left on your plate while paige rambles a little. she’d cleared whatever she had in front of her a bit ago but you’d managed to get her talking to avoid her disrupting your own train of thought.
she pauses between sentences and your mouth moves faster than your thoughts.
“p, you trust me right?” you genuinely ask, already nervous again.
“of course baby, what’s going on?” she asks, placing her hand over yours on the table.
“i, i got uh– well i wanna show you something, if that’s okay?” you taunt a bit, lacing your fingers together and getting up from your seat at the table.
her eyebrows furrow a little and she smirks before getting up with you. you begin leading her to your bedroom and stop a few paces from the door to face her. you place your hands on her chest, before allowing them to creep up and secure behind her neck.
“you’re so beautiful,” you whisper, a very visible glint in your eyes.
before she can respond you pull her down to your height and connect your lips. you sigh into the kiss when you feel her hands immediately on your ass and her tilting her head to deepen the kiss. you open your mouth the slightest bit and feel her tongue meet your own. if you weren’t hot before from the wine, you definitely were now.
you pull back completely and smirk before turning around and heading directly into the bedroom, a slight sway in your hips.
you guide paige onto the bed and she plops down a little, you perched at her side.
“earlier today, i was shopping around and i found something that i wanted to see if you’re interested in.” you trail off, getting up to fetch the discreet packaging that you knew for a fact paige was familiar with.
“mhm, and what is this ‘something’?” she proceeds, holding up her own air quotes. her eyes on yours and one of her eyebrows raised the tiniest bit. almost challenging you.
you pull the toy out of the bag, seeing as you had already taken them out of their packaging earlier to prep.
paige’s expression is hard to read and you can tell she’s leaving space for you to answer her unspoken questions, her breath hitching.
you climb on top of her holding the toy at your side. you catch her eyes fell onto your lips, glossy and parted to speak.
“i just saw this and thought we could try something new? specifically me, trying it out on the both of us.” you ask, or tell her rather. voice a little low but not wavering at all.
“baby i’m all yours, i want whatever you want.” she utters, hands lightly gripping your thighs.
“i’m so happy to hear you say that,” you smile.
you lean down, your weight falling onto your hand that’s now right beside paige’s head. you hold eye contact for as long as you can before you connect your lips again in another kiss. this one less gentle, some notable urge behind it. paige moans immediately kissing back, her hands back on your ass when your tongue slips between her lips to meet her own.
you pull back to catch your breath, also opting to shed your shirt and reveal your other surprise for her.
“fuck, are you serious?” paige groans. immediately drawn to the teacup bralette that held your tits just right, but also left you exposed with the mesh on the front of it.
“you like?” you ask, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth to stop yourself from laughing at the expression on her face.
“baby you know i do, cmon”
“let me show you the rest of it then?” you finish, pushing up onto your knees so you could rid yourself of your pants.
your panties are the same mesh as the bralette, but they’re lacking the smallest piece of fabric.
they’re crotchless.
you swear you can see the girl in front of you drool a little when she realizes. paige’s eyes are blown out and her mouth is agape when she sees you kneeling in front of her, practically naked.
“do you wanna shed some layers too p? i’m getting impatient,” you tease, watching as she scoffs a little before sitting up to pull her own shirt over her head.
you have to stop yourself from getting too distracted by her taut abdomen and the little bit of cleavage that’s exposed when she presses her arms together, tugging her sleeves off. as soon as the shirt hits the floor of your bedroom you have your hands in the waistband of her pants, locking eyes with her. she tilts her head in a small nod that signals you to continue.
when you’re both lacking a good amount of clothing you crawl over her. your panties allowing your bare clit to rest on her lap and you hiss at the contact. you grab her hand and place it over your front, hinting at her to fondle your nipples over the thin fabric of your bralette.
“you’re unreal,” you hear paige utter from underneath you, her eyes watching your puffy clit glide messily over her slightly covered bottom half. the sight causes you to swallow a mix of a chuckle and a moan.
“yeah? tell me more.” you respond, breathless as you reach for her other hand, bringing two of her fingers up to your mouth. you kiss them gently and then wrap your lips around her fingertips.
knowing that this gets her going you’re not shocked at how her eyelids flutter before she takes her bottom lip between her teeth.
“you cooked me dinner and now you’re dressed in some of the best lingerie i’ve ever seen, plus you got your pussy in my lap. that’s as good as it gets, baby.” paige answers you, pinching your nipple between two of her fingers and smirking when you sigh and lick at your already glossy lips.
“only the best for you,” you start, pulling her hand away from your lips and toying at the waistband of her underwear, ready for those to come off too.
when her bottom half is completely bare you reach for the vibrators on the bed.
“take off your bra.” you demand, raising an eyebrow at your girlfriend whilst putting some more distance between the two.
she complies easily and now she is beneath you, completely naked. a slight sheen of sweat on her chest that’s rising and falling a little quicker than before. she’s nervous.
you down and place a hand on her hip while you tongue at her nipples, they’re already hard from being exposed to the air in your bedroom. you don’t miss how pretty she sounds when she lets out a whine, her hand securing itself on the back of your head to hold you closer if even possible.
“for once i just want to please you baby, i think this is the perfect way to make sure that we both get what we need. just lay back for me and enjoy yourself.” you utter into the empty silence, voice breathy while you sit up again and take one end of the toy, putting it in your mouth to wet.
paige’s mouth opens and she doesn’t say anything but you can tell she’s trying hard not to.
with the remote in your hand you immediately switch the speed to 2 and place it on the nipple that your mouth was on moments ago.
paige arches her back off the bed slightly, eyes immediately squeezing shut. this is already everything you want and you’re just getting started.
“fuck, baby what are you doing–“
“ah ah, remember just enjoy yourself, let me worry about what’s going on.” you shush her, circling her nipple with the vibrating bullet.
she looks beautiful under you like this. her cheeks are red, head thrown back in pleasure as her hips start to move beneath you on instinct.
“m-more, please i want more” she moans, lifting her head up, only to drop it again when she gets sight of you.
your hair is a little messy from tossing your head side to side and the look in your eyes is sultry. plus you’ve got a vibrator held onto her nipple and she swears she can see a wet spot on her skin from you rutting against her. if it was possible she would’ve cum just from watching you touch her.
“more? what do you want? baby you have to tell me.” you taunt, already gripping the other end of the vibrator in your free hand.
“i’m so wet, i know you can feel it. t-touch me? please? mmmh–“ she cuts herself off when she feels the vibrations on her nipple intensify. the speed was now at 3…and then it was at 4.
“you’re even prettier when you beg p, have i ever told you that?”
“n-no, fuck” she hisses.
“well, you’re usually so in control. i just have to say i love seeing you like this.”
with a light touch you trace some shapes on the outside of her thigh before spreading her legs, your eyes immediately drawn to the wet spot underneath her on her bed.
“you weren’t lying baby, you’re already making a mess and i haven’t even done anything yet.” you don’t give her much time to say anything in response, gathering all the spit into your mouth and pushing it from your lips so that it lands on her clit in a glob. it’s nasty, just how you both like it and paige lets out another surprisingly high pitched noise. her hole clenching around nothing.
sitting back on your heels between her legs you take your hand that’s holding the vibrator to her nipple and you switch sides. when you see how puffy and red the one that was previously receiving attention is, you almost feel bad, but that feeling doesn’t last long.
while paige is trying to catch her breath you take the other end of the vibrator and start tracing circles around her clit, before pulling it away again. she cries out, realizing that you were going to keep teasing her.
landing a smack on her hip to get her to drop them down towards the bed again you drag the bullet up and down the length of her pussy, your eyes never leaving her face as she was putting on a show.
“mmm– please just do something baby, anything. i don’t know how much more of this i can take.” paige whines, then reaches out for you. you lean away from her touch.
“you’re good with the safe word?” you ask, tone a little more serious than you intended.
“yes of course baby, just– OH FUCK!”
before she can say anything else you’re pushing the bullet into her fluttering hole, holding in a moan at how tight she is.
“how’s that?” you tease, completely inserting the toy.
“shit– it’s perfect baby,”
“i bet.”
pulling away the end of the vibrator that was on her nipple you lean down again to take it in your mouth. once more she’s cradling your head, this time a little harder. she wants you close, it’s cute.
using little force you pump the bullet into her, listening for her sounds of satisfaction.
pulling off of her nipple with a pop you watch as she fights to pry her eyes open.
“baby, k-kiss me?” she says, or rather pleads.
your heart beats faster at how desperate she sounds. you grant her the kiss and it’s hot, sloppy, and leaves a string of spit between the two of you when you pull away while she chases after you with her lips.
“my god p, you’re such a good girl for me. who would’ve thought?” you whisper right in her face, smirking a little as she huffs in disappointment when you lean back and away from her again.
“i’ll be a good girl for you any time you want baby, just please don’t stop.” she groans, gushing around the toy inside of her.
“oh really, any time? you promise?”
an image flashes in your head and before you can think about it too much you’re releasing paige’s leg from your grip, pulling the vibrator out of her and increasing the speed to 5. you pull your left leg up and drape it over her right, almost in a split, pulling the vibrator out of her and pressing it down on her clit with a good amount of pressure.
her upper half jolts once again, as she raises her head just in time to watch you press your clit down on the vibrator as well, sandwiching it between the two of you.
paige almost screams when you put your entire weight down. your own jaw falls slack and you throw your head back, squeezing your eyes shut.
“p, oh my god– FUCK i can’t believe i thought of this. you’re doing so good, my messy baby. i wish you could see yourself right now.”
leaning down to smack a wet kiss in the middle of her chest you grab the remote in your free hand and turn up the speed to 6. whimpering and crying out into paige’s skin that’s beneath your lips. another loud whine leaves the back of her throat, followed by a grunt and a string of curses.
“i-i can’t”
“you can.”
you use her mouth to wet two of your fingers, she sucks on them sloppily, barely able to focus on the action due to the intense pressure on her clit from both you and the vibrator. you pull them from her lips, with a pop, before you trail them down to between her thighs, circling her hole one last time with your fingertips.
“SHIT– i’m so close baby” paige yelps, starting to huff her breaths out faster when she feels you pressing down harder, using your weight to move the shiny bullet against the both of you slightly.
she attempts to close her legs around your hand and fails due to the position you were in.
“i know pretty girl i know, m-me too, just hold out a little more hmm?”
turning the vibrator to its highest speed of 7 you pump your middle and ring finger into paige, choking on your own breath at the feeling of her clenching around you and the bullet beneath you violating your clit at this point.
paige lets out a sob, bringing one of her arms to cover her face. you reach up with the hand that’s not inside of her and rip her arm back. you watch her intently, tears hot and heavy on her cheeks blurring her vision.
“fuck–, paige you look so perfect when you cry.”
“it hurts so good baby, don’t stop“
“you’re close aren’t you? give it to me, cmon, i’m right there with you. i want all you’ve got.”
at this point you have no idea what’s coming out of your mouth but you don’t give a fuck, trying to hold onto your orgasm intending for the girl underneath you to finish first.
and finish she did. smacking your hand off of her arm she reaches down to hold your hips still against her own, tears falling rapidly from her eyes now.
you don’t know if she’s just really spent or if it’s you that’s spent because you can’t register the words coming out of her mouth while she’s riding out her high. except the last three she matters as soon as you pull your fingers from her leaking cunt.
“i love you”
this sends you over the edge and you have to use every little bit of strength left in you not to collapse directly into paige.
moaning pornography as your hole spasms around nothing you can only withstand the vibrator for another millisecond before you reach down to snatch it off of the two of you.
you do actually fall onto paige after this but she’s starting to catch her breath now so she welcomes you with open arms, still panting loudly.
you lay a mess between her legs with your head on her chest and your body trembling a little.
when you calm down enough you crane your neck to get a glimpse of your girlfriend. your hand instinctively reaching up to wipe the remainder of tears from her face.
“p, you did so well for me baby. thank you for letting me try that with you” you whisper, pecking her chest gently.
she doesn’t open her eyes, you assume she probably can’t after the amount of energy that orgasm must’ve exerted from her. but she replies nonetheless.
“i already told you, i’ll do anything for you anytime you want. all you have to do is ask.”
“yeah yeah whatever, just kiss me and go to sleep.”
she actually does open her eyes. they’re glossed over and a little red and puffy from the crying but just as you had mentioned earlier, she looked so gorgeous.
lifting her head just enough to meet you halfway she slots her lips against your own. the entire moment is so sweet, your entire body feels warm again. the thought of this girl being yours for the rest of your life crosses your mind.
when you pull back you’ve got a goofy grin on your face and you rest your head back on her chest before letting out a deep breath and closing your eyes again.
paige’s body moves a little and you recognize the motion as her chuckling, before she opens her mouth one final time.
“i can’t wait to use that toy on you next. only. on you.”
author's note: a lil one shot until the next chap of offline comes out. also i do believe in sub!paige supremacy. also i gave this character a name because i hate using y/n
Paige loved looking in the stands at the ends of games, scanning the crowd for her person. She would always catch your eye right after the sound of the buzzer lit up the arena. No matter win or loss, you never failed to send Paige a knowing smirk, making her face heat up under the arena lights.
The only thing Paige loved more than playing basketball and seeing you in the stands was listening to her music. Especially when you would let Paige come to the studio with you and listen to your songs before anyone else could hear them. Paige loved it when you would come to her for help, asking which beat sounded better.
But most of all, Paige loved how she could just be supportive. Paige loved showing up to red carpets, the Grammy's especially, in matching outfits and cheering extra loud in the crowd when you would win an award. Everytime Paige would post an instagram story to a song, it would always be yours. If it wasn't an add, any tiktoks Paige posted were to your songs.
And you lived for it. It made you feel claimed, in a way. You would show up to games wearing Bueckers on your back, and Paige would show up to award shows hanging on your arm like eye candy.
Currently, Paige was lounging on the couch in your studio, scrolling on her phone. She was shifting every few minutes, and you could tell she was getting restless. Honestly, you were surprised it took her this long to get restless. You figured her ADHD would make her a little more shifty earlier.
It was a Saturday, and it was a rare off day for Paige. You had to come into the studio for a few hours to finalize a beat and your lyrics before sending it off to the artist you were working with so they could rap over the beat. This song was going to be a a part of an album coming out in a few months, and it was the last song that needed to be finished.
This would be your fourth album, and unlike your last album which was more of a fast paced rap album that was played in a lot of clubs, this album was going to be a slower R&B album. Something a little more sensual.
When you told Paige you had to come in today, she insisted on coming in. She grabbed her iPad and slid on her shoes, waiting for you by the door. You sighed but grabbed the keys, lacing your hand with Paige's free one as you walked to the car.
Paige sighed and threw her phone down on the couch, staring at you in hopes you would notice her. You heard her sigh, but you were focused on the beat. It was missing something. It felt too plain. And you figured until Paige got up and started annoying you, she was fine on her own.
Paige stood up, her socked feet silently padding across the studio floor. Paige had spent so much time in here, it was like a second home. You felt Paige tap your shoulder, and you slid off your headphones and looked at her.
"Yeah?" You said, watching her face to see her reaction. Her long blonde hair was down, slightly ruly from her shifting positions on the couch. She was wearing a pair of old UConn sweats that sat low on her hips, and a grey zip up over a cropped white tank top.
"I'm bored," Paige said, pushing your shoulder so you turned in your chair. You let her turn you, and placed your hands on your hips as you looked up at her. "I want attention."
You chuckled, shaking your head. "You always want attention."
"Cam," Paige said with a pout. "Don't be mean." You but your lip to hold back a smile at Paige's words. When you didn't respond, Paige made a home on your spread legs. Your jeans was a stark contrast to her soft sweats, and she ran her hands up your bare arms, courtesy of your muscle tank, before landing behind your neck.
"What do you need baby?" You said. Paige's eyes left your eyes in favor of your lips, her hands playing with the short hairs at the back of your neck. Your hands rested lightly on her lower back, not giving in to what you knew she really wanted. Paige didn't respond, just hummed. "I don't know what that means, use your words."
Paige groaned, but leaned in and placed her lips on yours. The kiss started off soft, almost a lazy kiss. But it quickly turned into something more urgent, Paige kissing like a woman on a mission. After a minute, you pulled back to catch your breath, glancing at Paige. Her kiss swollen lips and her flushed cheeks.
"I have to finish this P," You said, nodding to the sound board. "The beat is missing something."
"And I'm missing you," Paige said, lightly grinding her hips on your lap. "Please?" You sighed, internally debating. On one hand, you really did need to finish this beat. On the other, your girlfriend was really hot. But when Paige leaned in and grazed her teeth along the shell of your ear, you already had made up your mind.
You stood up to your full height, your arm wrapped around Paige's waist so you could carry her. Paige let out a soft giggle, knowing she was going to get what she wanted. You set Paige down on the bare counter next to the sound board, her feet dangling over the floor and her back pressed against the cool glass of the recording booth.
With one hand on Paige's waist and the other tangled in her blonde hair, you leaned to kiss Paige. She let out a low moan when you bit her lip, and you used her open mouth to slide your tongue in.
You pulled back, pulling your hand from Paige's waist and sliding it down to the top of her sweats. Your thumb rubbed the skin above the waistband, dipping under and coming back up, never giving Paige what she truly wanted.
After a few minutes, Paige was fed up. She was wet and she was horny. "Please," Paige said, practically whining. "Want you so bad Cam. Need you."
You pulled back to look at Paige, and let out a groan at the sight before you. She already looked fucked out, and you had barely touched her. Her pupils were dilated, her eyes looking almost black. Her lips were swollen and her face was red, her hair messy from your hand tangling in it.
"Please?"
"Anything for you, P."
You dropped to your knees, sliding your hands up the length of Paige's legs. When you reached the top of them, you hooked two fingers under them and pulled them down. Paige lifted her hips to help you slide them off, and you gasped at the sight before you.
"No underwear?" You asked, kissing your teeth. "What did I tell you about that Paige?" Paige looked down at you between her legs, and forgot how to talk. When Paige didn't respond, you slapped her thigh, eliciting a high pitched gasp out of the blonde.
"What did I say about not wearing any underwear?"
"Not too..." Paige said. You hummed in satisfaction, spreading her legs wider. You stared at her pretty pink pussy, slick dripping from her entrance.
"You're so wet for me," You whispered, your breath grazing Paige's dripping cunt. Paige's thigh twitched, and you grinned at the hold you had over her.
"All for you, all yours," Paige said, her words already slurring. Her jacket was hanging off one shoulder, and her fingers were twitched like she wanted to reach out and touch. You decided to have mercy on Paige, leaning in to finally give her what she wanted.
Paige let out a combination of a moan and a sigh when she felt your tongue lick a strip all the way from her entrance to her clit, tasting her juices.
"Fuck P, taste so good." You pressed a kiss on her clit, pulling back to look at her face. She looked even more fucked out than a minute ago. You went in to continue, you're tongue licking and flicking her sensitive bud.
"Please," Paige said. "I wanna cum. I needa cum so bad..."
"I gotchu P," You said, the thumb of you're free hand rubbing soothing circles on her thigh. Paige let out a high pitched moan when your tongue dipped lower and teased her entrance before slipping inside.
"Fuck Cam, gonna cum, I can't-"
"Let go P, I gotchu."
Paige let out a long moan when she finally let go, her thighs twitching and her abs tensing. You didn't let up, your mouth licking up her juices. Paige let out a string of moans when the pleasure became too much. Paige lazily pushed you away, but she knew she didn't want you to stop.
However, you pulled back causing Paige to let out a whine.
"Why'd you stop?" Paige pouted, her chest rapidly rising and falling and her legs still spread open. You smiled up at her, face slick with her juices.
"I know what the beat is missing." Paige looked down at you confused, but her eyes still followed your figure as you stood up, wiping your mouth and chin with the back of your hand. Paige bit her lip to prevent herself from letting out a moan at the sight of your ringed fingers.
You walked over to the sound board, pressing the "Start Record" button. You walked back over to Paige, grabbing her hand and guiding her into the recording booth. You already knew the studio door was locked, so you knew no one else was going to come in.
"What are we doing?' Paige asked, but followed as your hands guided her by her waist to lean her back against the wall. You grabbed the mic and pushed it closer to the wall.
"What's that for?" Paige asked. You stepped closer to her, allowing Paige to wrap her arms around her neck. You distracted Paige with a kiss while one hand trailed down to between her legs, the other sliding her jacket off her shoulder.
You finger ghosted over her clit, making her lean back from the kiss and let out a breathy gasp. Both hands slid up to her chest, pushing her tank top over her chest. You were met with the sight of her perky nipples.
"No bra?" You asked. "You're so easy for me."
"Fuck," Paige moaned and leaned her head against the wall. One hand went up to cup her tit before pinching her nipple between your fingers, making her gasp and her back arch.
"That," You whispered, your teeth grazing Paige's ear. "Is to record something for the beat."
"What..." Paige trailed off, too consumed in the pleasure. You're hand dropped back to her cunt, groaning when you felt her own slick dripping down her legs. Paige moaned, forgetting what she was going to say. Paige finally gathered her words and pulled her head up, staring at you. "What are you recording?"
You smirked, plunging two fingers into Paige's dripping heat right as you answered. "You cumming for me."
Paige let out the filthiest moan you've ever heard, her head hitting the wall and her back arching, chasing your touch. Your hand words fast, pumping inside Paige quickly, fingers curling to find that spongy spot inside of her that made her see stars.
"Fuck-" Paige cut herself off with a moan. She could feel the cool metals of your silver rings hitting her cunt everytime you pumped your fingers. Paige's moans kept coming, loud and unfiltered. They only got louder when your fingers pumped in and out of her faster, the squelching of her sopping cunt getting louder.
"Fuck," You said, your breath ghosting Paige's neck. You trailed kissing down her throat and onto her chest, taking one nipple into your mouth. Paige's fingers tangled in your hair, one hand grabbing onto the wall searching for something to hold on to. "So wet for me, P. All for me, yeah?"
Paige didn't answer. Her thighs were shaking and her mouth was letting out a constant stream of pornographic moans.
"I-" Paige said, all the warning she gave before she came again. You didn't give Paige a chance to recover, ripping your fingers from her cunt and dropping to your knees again. "Cam...I can't-"
"You can baby," You said, placing a sloppy kiss onto her cunt. "Just gonna clean you up, m'kay?" Paige lazily nodded. You smirked, pleased with the sight of her puffy clit and dripping cunt.
You're tongue swiped between Paige's folds, licking her of everything she had. Paige placed her hands on your shoulders, pushing you away.
"It's too much Cam," Paige said, and you could hear her voice. She was crying. You smirked against her cunt, continuing to eat her out. Despite her words, you knew she wanted more. She spread her legs a little wider, and her moans were still loud, if not louder.
"Just cleaning you up," You said.
"I'm gonna cum..."
"Don't," You said, pulling back from her cunt. Paige let out a sob, her chest heaving and her legs shaking.
"Cam," Paige sobbed. "Please. I need it."
"Thought it was too much?" You asked, and Paige quickly shook her head.
"No, no. 's never too much. You're so good to me, please. Need it, need it so bad. Need you to fuck me so bad Cam-" Paige continued to babble, her words slurred and brain too fucked out.
You leaned back in, sliding your tongue into Paige's wet heat again, before pulling it out to flick her clit. Paige practically screamed when you inserted a finger, pumping in and out. Paige quickly came for a third time, pushing you away.
"Don't stop, need it so bad. You fuck me so good Cam, swear. Only you get me this wet-"
Paige cut herself off again with a high pitched moan. You inserted a second finger, pumping in and out quickly. Slick was dripping down Paige's thighs and on your face. You started to pull away, and Paige's hands changed from pushing you to pulling you in.
"Fuck me, need to cum so bad."
"So greedy," You hummed against her cunt, fingers still pumping. "Such an easy slut, all for me?"
"Fuck!" Paige shouted, holding your head against her cunt. "Your slut, all for you. Only you fuck me like this, fuck-"
Paige came with a loud scream, loud enough that you were thankful the booth was soundproof. You pulled away with a smirk, standing up. Your hands held Paige's waist, holding her up so she didn't fold in on herself.
"Thanks for helping finish the beat."
Three months later and your album had dropped. It came out at the beginning of summer, and a few songs blew up. The entirety of the album did well, but three songs in particular did well.
The first song blew up because of it's catchy lyrics, becoming a trend on tiktok. The second song was more of an hip-hop r&b song that was used in a lot of sports teams promo videos and in a few clubs.
But the third song went viral. You've seen it all over tiktok, people lip-syncing to the lyrics and hot couples posting each other. Paige would always show you any tiktoks she saw, blushing if the part of the song with her moaning in the background was used.
You never explicitly told anyone who was in the background moaning, but fans could make very educated guests. A lot of people just thought it was a generic female moan sound from your sound board. You didn't care, the public could say what they wanted. And besides, people knowing you recording Paige moaning for a song probably wasn't the best thing for her image.
Paige seemed to think otherwise.
"Cam," Paige said, throwing herself onto the couch. She had just come home from practice, her hair still damp at the ends. "We have a problem."
You set your phone down, glancing at Paige with a raised brow. "What's going on?"
"People think you used some generic sound machine thingy for the moans in your song." You blankly stared at Paige, trying to understand what she was getting at. Paige groaned, rolling to sit up. "Why would you do that when you have a hot girlfriend at home?"
"Paige," You chuckled. "I don't care what they're saying about background noises."
"I do."
Which is how you ended up breaking the internet.
Paige insisted on letting people know that the moans they heard were in fact hers. Despite the public image you two had going on, Paige wanted the music video to be a complete 180 from that. The public saw Paige, a blonde masc basketball star, dating you, a slightly shorter artist with tattoos and rings. For fans and media, it was hard to tell who was the more dominant one, since you guys both carried yourself with oozing confidence.
The music video gave it all away.
You let Paige come up with everything, making it just how she wanted. The music video ended up being a little more sensual than normal. It was all black and white, with flashes of tanned and tattooed hands exploring pale skin.
Paige's face wasn't shown in the video, not once. But if the tugging down of Nike pro's to reveal pale skin or long, calloused fingers digging their nails into Cam's back didn't give it away, then the sight of Cam staring at the camera before tangling her hair in blonde hair might have.
“Paige when are you going to take that thing off” You ask, as she looks at herself in the mirror, admiring her new piece of jewelry.
“Never” Paige muttered, barely paying attention.
You and Paige had a dinner reservation for that night. A fancy steak house just cause. The dinner was nice, you both put in effort to give each other undivided attention. Paige wore a button up with maybe too many undone buttons to showcase her chain.
Once you got home, the fun was just getting started, Paige took no time in ripping your clothes off. Kissing up and down your body, giving you more of that undivided attention. Once she got to your lips, the cold feeling of her chain brushing against your face caused a shiver down your spine.
Paige had stepped out the room for a second, confused you just wait to see what she was planning. Never in a million years would you expect Paige to come back with a bowl of ice cubes. You sit up on your elbows trying to gain more control over the situation as she approaches your heat. Paige pulled you by your legs, forcing you to lie down on your back. She slips the ice cube in her mouth, gently sucking as she repositions herself between your legs.
Your breath hitched as the ice stuck to your clit. Paige switched from ice to tongue ever so often, making sure you stayed warm enough. A tear fell from you eyes as Paige stuck a ice cube in your hole. Your whole body shivered, your teeth chattered as you tried to adjust to the temperature. Paige then took another piece of ice, circling around your throbbing clit, your unclear if your legs shook from pleasure or temperature. In an attempt too sooth you, Paige started to suck on your clit. Her freezing tongue and cool spit started to cool you down even more as you reached first orgasm. By then, the ice had melted. Leaving a pool of water and cum below you.
Wanting to warm you up, Paige had you suck on her cold strap, covering it in your warm spit before slipping it inside you.
"Too big or too cold" She teased, as you whimpered at her going too fast
Paige towered over you, fucking you with an intense pace. Her chain hitting you in the face with every thrust, brushing your nose, then lips every time Paige kissed your cervix. Her cuban dangling over your chin as you arch you back, trying your hardest not to make a mess on your already ruined sheets. Paiges cold hands grope your chest, causing your nipples to perk up on impact. The feeling of the cold running through your body along side your orgasm is unforgettable. You end the night off with a kiss from Paiges frozen lips.
And if you see me getting kidnapped by a 6'2 light brown basketball player who's name happens to be juju watkins just know I'm right where I want to be
